I hear them calling in the pipes after sundown, their voices too sticky and sweet, like plums gone to rot.
One night I awoke to find myself sleepwalking toward the sewer. The next time, my fingers are wrapped around the cold metal gate, poised to lift it.
I know it's only a matter of time before my voice joins them down in the darkness.
It's okay though.
I can already tell that by then I won't be afraid.
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