Deadly voices

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Laying in bed looking at the shadows bounce off the dark ceiling. Shaking in the cold faint yelps come from upstairs, but wait Addison was on the last floor. Confused she lays in bed petrified, to scared to move. She hears the voice agin on the roof.

"Help"

"Help" then the it disappeared into the night.

The next morning was the same as the last. A bitter taste in her mouth. Addison had cut her lip, in her sleep. Not much blood though thankfully. But it wasn't a tooth cut it was a knife cut.

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