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Always there was a door before her, when she could finally lift her lids. She knew she didn't want to open it to see what was inside. She would get up and walk, hand reaching out anyways. As soon as she touched the cold metal of the handle, she felt the smothering slithering of hands around her throat. It choked her and warned her to walk away. Her hand would frantically twist the knob and the door would swing open, as if she'd yanked it. Her baby brothers face would be there. He would be smiling up at her, his arm up, trying to grab her hand. She would smile back and bend forward to clasp his little hands in hers. Then his face would transform into a hideous mutation of itself. The child would smile it's long fang teeth, descended low and sharp. She would start screaming again as it opened it's mouth. "Wanna play Mandy?" The neighborhood was always quiet and peaceful until police answer an emergency call of horrible proportions... Mandy knows something is coming for them. She doesn't know who or what it is, but she won't give up. It took what it wanted before, but that wasn't enough and now it's coming back for more. Who is going to die?.... [Warning it has some major blood and gore. A quick thank you to Charis Tikvah for the Vicks idea! I don't know you nor have we met, but that really helped with retelling the story! Thank you!!] (Thank you to the person/s/ who took the pictures, I take no credit for them.)]
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