Things been dragged.
Thrown around. Thud. Thud. Thud
What was going on upstairs?
It was already so late, and you wonder why people living upstairs can’t get any sleep. This happens every night, since they moved into the apartment. Your mum puts her arm around you, and you coil toward her. Silence.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The noise got louder each time. The dragging becomes worse, somebody is running up there. You turn and toss, suddenly realising the fan is not working. It becomes dead silent, the fan is still, since it makes that moan whenever it is on. It’s cold, but still you are sweating. You wipe your forehead, but you continue to to sweat. You finally decide to wake up, and open your eyes – placing your hand on your mum’s to keep it aside.
Your mum is on mid-air, inches away from your face, blood tripping from every part of her.
” goodnight my baby “


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