When dogs fly

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Hannah got out of her mother's bed and got dressed. Slowly removing her clothes, and putting a different pair back on. She raced down the long staircase, quickly to the kitchen, to make herself some food. She turned the right corner to the kitchen, in shock. A little girl, with long black hair and wearing a long white robe, was baking some cookies. Hannah took a few paces back, frightened. "W-Who are you..." Hannah said, nervously. The young girl quickly turned around, then ran away. Hannah chased the girl out of the kitchen, losing her in her sight. "Where'd you go? I want to be your friend!" Hannah yelled. "Why are you yelling?" Olivia asked, running down the staircase.

"I saw someone! She had long black hair and-" "Long black hair? It's only me and you in this house, Hannah. No one else. Did you get enough sleep?" "I'm wide awake, mommy! Why?" "Well, people hallucinate when they're tired. Are you sure?" "I'm sure..." "Okay, then what was the girl wearing?..." "She had a long white robe on. It looked like one of those horror movie robes, y'know?" "H-Horror movie? Our house isn't haunted, Hannah. So stop believing it." "But believing is seeing! And I saw it! She was baking cookies! I have proof!" "Then where is the proof?" "On the counter!" "I don't see anything on the counter, Hannah..." "But there are cookies there! C-Can't you see em'?" "No, I can't. That means your definitely hallucinating."

"But I'm not..." "Yes you are, now go to bed." "How am I suppose to fall asleep if I'm not tired?" "Well, you are tired. Now please, scootch toward your bedroom." "But I-" "I don't wanna hear it. Bed. Now." "O-Okay..." Hannah walked up the staircase, towards her bedroom door. "But can I at least have one of the cookies when I wake up?..." Hannah said, waiting for an answer. "You can't eat something that's not there. Now go to bed, and don't come out until you're fully rested. Okay?" "Okay..." Hannah opened her bedroom door, as the sound to the door squeaked, unpleasantly. She plopped down on the bed, sighingly.

Before you know it, Hannah was dead, fast asleep by the time her mom went to check on her from how quiet she was being. "Good night, Hannah..." Olivia whispered...

Thanks for reading, "When dogs fly" See you in the next chapter!

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