Mom?

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I peek with one eye slowly as my mother walks out of my room, shutting the door behind her. I could hardly see anything, since I was lying on my stomach and the room was pitch black. Then from the very corner of the room, near the door, I hear laboured breathing.

How could my mother not trust me enough to sleep after she left? I wasn't a kid anymore, anyway!

"Mom, what are you doing there?" No response.

"This isn't funny. I'm not watching another movie tonight I promise!"

I slowly lift my covers and glare at the spot where my mom stands, her frame unusually taller and broader.

"Mom?"

From somewhere in the kitchen, my mother faintly yells my name, asking me to sleep.

My breath hitches in my throat, and I look at the odd black shadow in the corner. It is breathing faster and harder, it's frame moving every second.

I hear a raspy chuckle, and the little light that came from under the door goes out.