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Some sounds a human should never hear.
It started so small—just a tiny hole in the air, like a busted seam. But it doubles in size each day, and with it comes that awful screeching of colossal teeth grinding along interdimensional fault lines.
I know I can’t contain it. I only boarded up the closet because soon it’ll be wide enough for those things to climb through.
It’s easier just to lie here, pretending I can’t hear the little world growing. Hear those grinding teeth, those scuttling claws, those whispered not-words. I can almost do it. Almost.
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