'It's related to you alright. There are more intriguing things I have to tell you and about the extra person... That's something you wouldn't want to believe...' The vintage woman said. Her words felt mysterious to me. She didn't explain to me who or what happened to the 'other person'. Believe it or not, I have to know. I left the shop since it was getting early.
Questions are infinite. I don't know when it'll end. I go home and look at my mom's face. I get an itchy feeling. I want to stare at her... I want to become a monster and eat her up... I want to destroy...
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This isn't right. Something isn't right. The vintage woman is keeping secrets, my parents are keeping secrets and that figure in the dark always watches me in my sleep. Sometimes it comes close to me. She comes close to me.