Episode Ten: Daughter
She breathed deeply, the smell of fabric softener eliciting a muffled gag. She pulled the duvet down just below her eyes, and looked towards the door. In the darkness that enveloped her room, she could barely make out the bloody script that announced the arrival of some new guest who was causing a ruckus on the floor below.
As soon as Etta had read the message, she didn’t want to see anything else. No dolls, no ghosts, no scribbles in blood. Nothing. She had swiped her hand against the light switch, drowning the room in semi-darkness, and dove under the protection of the flowered duvet. Maybe, she thought, maybe if I hide here, whatever’s going on downstairs will just go away. Maybe it’s just Sam, Ei... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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