It was boring and increasingly tiring, with each day becoming more stoic and devoid of excitement. That was until you started to hear strange noises. At first, it sounded like footsteps coming from the closet, then something lying there on your back. When you were cooking with your siblings in the living room, sometimes the edges of your shirt would start to lift slightly, as if touched by something unseen. You’d react quickly, your heart racing with confusion.
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