I remember we were only there for a few weeks. I remember the look in Amy's eyes. I remember the drop-dead terror when I heard the voice. The terror so solid, so real, I couldn't move. Or speak. My mouth was dry and my hands were clammy. Sweaty, too.
And then the flashback floods in, through my veins, and my bones, and through my eyes.
Except, it's not my eyes. It's my brain. My brain that makes the image around me so I can relive my worst nightmare, all over again.
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The Old Voice
ParanormalA woman brings a sick man into her home, in attempt to save him. He passes in that house, and soon after the woman and her family experiences paranormal activity.
