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A woman’s voice, soft with lullaby, sang its wind-chime strangeness into the dark.
Cece woke with a start.
“Kwe’?” she asked. Wide-awake in the dark, no light came through the bedroom window. “Hello?”
The woman’s voice was coming from another room. Cece fumbled for her phone and saw the time: 11:45 p.m. Still early. She wished that daylight was shuffling closer.
She turned to the flashlight on her phone and found her battery-powered lantern. She clicked it on, its yellow brightness a little stronger than her phone’s dim light, and stepped out into the dark hall.
“Is someone there? I already called the cops,” she lied. She wandered, shaking, to the room across the hall. The cold brass knob turned with no effort. A rustling sound scurried over the floor. She shone her lantern there.
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