Epilogue The Child Narrative

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Epilogue - The Child (Rebecca) Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…….. Rolling over in annoyance, I flop a pillow over my head as the humming of the AC unit reverberates along the walls. I let out a long sigh of exasperation.
“Oh for Christ’s sake, won’t the air conditioner shut up?” I mutter under my breath.
I turn to the clock next to my bed. 6 AM. Way too early for any sane person to be awake. Wishing for the humming to culminate, I try to fall back asleep. It’s no use. The noise continues. I groggily roll out of my bed and make my way to the garage, opening the fine oak door of my bedroom. The door opens with a soft creak. The room is pitch black, obviously. The humming of the AC unit is louder than before. Carefully walking down the stairs, I enter …show more content…

The door of the garage is ominously open. The liquid trail leads, zigzaggily, out the garage into the forest. As much as I hate it, something seems to compel me to follow. I trail the black ooze out of the garage and into the forest until I reach a puddle of the viscous black liquid. My mouth fills with bile as I peer down on a soft object in the middle of it with my phone light. A dead body. Or at least it seems that way. It looks like a young child with mousy brown hair. He’s lying on his side, crimson blood leaking from his stomach slowly down onto the darkness. It seems to eat the blood up like a tasty meal. I’m not sure if he’s dead or …show more content…

“GET GOING RICHARD! I DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR DAMN FACE AGAIN!” The door slams once again. Thoroughly confused, I walk back to the car and get in, starting it up and exiting the driveway. How was she able to make herself sound like she was coming from the forest? Probably something she learned so she could mess with me. I put the thought to rest and drive down the road. The soft bumping of the car itself is soothing, putting me at ease. The radio drones on monotonously as the car continues to put put down the road. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a lady steps out in front of the truck, seemingly unknowingly. I slam on the breaks and push down hard on the horn. The lady looks up. Sort of dazed and oblivious, she keeps going. My car screeches to a halt in front of her and her eyes widen with confusion. There seems to be something, or perhaps, someone, in her arms. I open the car slowly and

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