Capítulo 13: Pretender
I was ten when I first saw it. It wore my mom's face and hummed in her voice but I knew it wasn't her.
I told my dad but he just looked at me like I was crazy. He told me I was imagining things and not to bring it up again.
I looked for my real mom but never found her, only the thing that had taken her place.
It would scowl at me when it thought I wasn't looking, sensing that I saw through the mask.
Sometimes I would catch it standing in the middle of the room with its head cocked sideways, making clicking noises in the back of its throat. When interrupted the clicking would stop and it was like nothing happened.
It lived with us for two years, humming and clicking and doing laundry.
Sometimes I'd get the prickly feeling of being watched, and sure enough, when I'd look around I'd see it. Glaring at me while it opened a jar or swept a floor.
Every night I would lie in bed and hope it didn't come for me. I kept a hammer under my pillow just in case.
One night I heard it. It creaked my door open and stood over me in my bed. I sensed it watching me, knowing it thought I was asleep. I kept my eyes tightly closed, my hand clutched around my hammer.
I felt it gently stroke my cheek.
I'd had enough. I screamed as I sat up and pounded my hammer into it's skull. I felt its blood splatter into my eyes but didn't stop till it fell to the floor.
When I swiped the blood out of my eyes to see my handiwork, my own blood turned to ice. I saw my dad lying on the floor.
I stared at him, paralyzed with horror, till I saw him twitch. He then sat up, back arched perfectly straight, and slowly turned his face to me, a clicking sound emanating from his throat. . .
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