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01|| Angels

"Mom?"

I sneaked down the halls with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my small and fragile body. The think pink nightgown I wore to bed clung to my skin due to my sweaty skin.

Everything seemed like a monster in the darkness. The chairs, the doors, even the hardwood floor. It was if some mysterious being was waiting for me to make a mistake do it could swallow me whole.

At the end of the seemingly never ending hallway, my mother's bedroom door was cracked open the slightest, allowing a streak of light to guide me there. A feeling of relief spread across my body and I smiled. "Mommy!" My high pitched voice echoed down the halls, bouncing off the concrete and plunging back into my ears.

I was never prepared for what I was about to see.

There were deep claw marks torn aimlessly on the bedroom door. Salt was thrown and spread around the room and the air reeked of sulphur. Blood painted the walls and furniture and in the center of the bed, laid my mother. Nearly torn to shreds.

Her face was a mask of bravery and fear. Claw marks that ripped open her torso mirrored the ones on the door and the bite marks on her arms and face seemed as if it could swallow me whole.

I screamed, and suddenly, nothing was the same.

And it never would be again.

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