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I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

The stranger shortly pulled away, poured some liquor on her left boob, and put the glass shot on the table, after which he turned his attention to her nipple, giving it the same attention as the earlier one. Melissa’s chest started beating very fast again when She felt the mysterious man place a hand on her belly which he eventually caressed down to her lap. He continued sucking her boobs as he slightly parted her legs. The stranger snuck his hand under her mini skirt and what he felt made him withdraw his mouth from her boobs, looking directly into her eyes. “How more naughty can you be?” Melissa swallowed painfully as she felt his fingers crawling into her pussy. “W....what do you mean?”

“I can’t wait to play with them!” Troye gave her the box, and the little girl ran back to where her brother was. “I also have something for you, Kaydee.” Troye sat beside the little boy and put the box before him. “What is this, Uncle? You don’t really have to buy me toys,” Kaydee seemed curious about the toy, but unlike his sister, he was shy. “Those are called hot wheels, I believe?” Troye chuckled. “Thank you…” Kaydee timidly took the box and opened it.

I tried to reach out and hold onto whoever had walked in, but this strange person stepped away from my touch and squatted down right next to me. “You can scream all you want, Elarian. No one can hear you, and soon enough, you and the bastard in your womb will be dead before anyone discovers you,” a familiar voice whispered hoarsely. My heart skipped a beat, and I could see the darkness slowly eating at the corners of my vision. With whatever strength was left inside me, I reached out and gripped the cloth of this stranger. No matter how hard and painful it was, I held on and didn’t let go, even though this stranger was kicking and stomping on my stomach like I was nothing but a doormat.

Vincent snarled in her ear, “Camela…don’t listen! That name is a chain; break free from it.” But tears flowed from her eyes even harder. “How can I break free from something that feels like a part of me?” The stranger extended the journal towards her, its pages quivering as if alive. “Take it. Hold it. If you claim it again, the voices will stop and the ringing will end. You’ll feel whole again.” Her hands hovered inches away, trembling with uncertainty. Vincent pulled her back forcefully. “Don’t touch it.” “But…” she stuttered. “If it belongs to me…”

Jaxter continued with what he knew. Hayle’s eyes darted around as she supported her head with both hands. Her head immediately felt dizzy, and forced memories surfaced. It was a night of thunder, lightning, and heavy rain. Hayle remembered waking up not from the deafening thunder, but from the sound of something breaking. The little girl, who was not yet old enough for preschool, slowly descended the stairs of her home. But after a few steps, Hayle saw two figures—her parents—being forcibly dragged out by someone, their condition helpless. Young Hayle waited until morning when the police came to take her away, after which there was nothing.

Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?” “He’s coming for you… too,” the stranger said without turning to face Heather. “Who?” “He’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too. And this time, he’ll not leave. He’ll eat, he’ll roast, and you’ll cry and die,” the stranger chuckled, a maddening noise that reverberated. Heather covered her ears, afraid if she listened anymore, she’ll consider herself a demented cow.

— A Stranger By the time I was done reading, tears had built in my eyes. How could a stranger be so good with words? Why did he have to leave this letter behind and write it so perfectly, it felt like I am actually cared for. I wiped my eyes as the tears threatened to stream down my face. I couldn't feel this much emotions for a stranger whose plan was to use me as a human incubator. I shut my eyes to take a hold of myself.