Day 83: Banafsaj 100 days of writing

You ran down the stairs after that scream had woke you from your sleep. Who was it? You didn’t know, after all you lived alone. You followed the sound of a weeping child, it was a painfully beautiful sound, but the sadness it echoed with had an unsettling rhyme. You touched the knob of the kitchen door, the trail had lead you here. You slammed it open and to your surprise, a child was there waiting for you with a dagger for you are its pry tonight. 
Nighty night. 😜


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