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She panicked before realizing it was her mother, her real mother, eyes watery and bloodshot. “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”
“You okay, buddy?” the father asked.
The son nodded, still with the grin, before saying, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.”
The father chuckled a bit before getting on his knees to check only to satisfy his son.
There, under the bed, pale and afraid, was his son. His real son. He whispered, “Daddy, there someone on my bed”.
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