Chapter Two.

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A few days later, my mother questioned me. She asked, If anything 'strange' had been going on lately.

"N-no" I replied, stuttering. 

"You sure? I've noticed, your mood has changed, by far" she adds. 

"Oh, umm.." I stumbled, trying to keep a straight face.

"...I have just been feeling...Ill" I add, hoping she'd take my word. 

"Alright, I'll be downstairs, if you need me, just call" she shrugged. 

Later that night, while I pressed my face, against my pillow and clutched my teddy bear close to me, I could hear *thump thump thump* repeatedly, *thump thump thump* it grew louder, and louder, until suddenly one massive *bang* came from the stairs.

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