That night Doug took the
watch.
I lay in our shared
bedroom, grateful that I wasn’t alone.
Nora snored softly next
to Kay, who lay still and silent.
I waited for the
sound.
I knew I would hear that
chorus of sick laughter again.
Those things, those once
human things, would be hunting again tonight.
How many people were
still hidden in this town?
Were there any left?
Had that gaggle of
broken, cackling puppet people gotten them all?
I heard it.
The laughter was farther
away tonight.
I didn’t hear a scream,
though.
I drifted off to sleep.
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