House of Sighs
She stood next to it and attempted to grab for the nearest gun.
Julia drew open the bottom drawer of the chest. The metal screeched, reminding her of Freddy Krueger in those Nightmare on Elm Street movies and the way his horrible, child-murdering finger-knives scraped against pipes. She’d seen the film with friends and been unable to sleep. Her mother was angry with her for watching such nonsense. “It was fun though,” she told her. After all, it was fun to be scared, even if it gave her nightmares because when the nightmare was over she went on with her life, normality returned and she was safe. Standing there in the dank shed, however, Julia wondered if she would ever see her mother again,
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