April 2, 2015

“Mother locked us in our bedrooms. She said we could not come out. Not until she said so. Until that time, we had to remain locked away. It was because of the things that followed her into the house from the lake. Mother was not herself but she was not the most dangerous in the house. The invisible things were. They watched us when we were not looking. The woman monster was in the basement. She was dead but still rasping. There was liquid in the balloon-like lungs mother cleaved open with her hammer. Mother made such a mess of that woman’s body. She slaughtered it like she did the Easter lamb.”

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