I heard voices coming from down the stairs. I checked my clock and it blinked twelve. "Honey?" I said. Whoever spoke got quieter. I walked to the top of the stairs. "Honey?" They were muted. A light from the kitchen, a ghost to me now. I stepped back to the bed and crawled into my side. This could have fit a family. It could for another person. And then I heard the voices again, strange deals lulling me to sleep.
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