April 4, 2015

“Whenever we entered a room she occupied, mother stood with her back to us. Despite turning away, we still heard her sobs clearly. When she finally faced us, her eyes were bright red with irritation. She took to keeping the door to the under-the-staircase room locked. The dark something slammed the door open otherwise. Even with the lock in place, the door still rattled relentlessly. The dark something wanted in but mother would not allow it. Because she knew the dark something wanted to enter her secret room, mother did not go inside either. The lock was meant for all. The room was no longer accessible.”

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