Blackheart

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I was awoken by my daughter screaming and crying. This was the third time tonight, three times

this week. I rushed to her room, just in time to see her pulling her comforter over her head,

clutching onto her teddy bear for dear life. She was pointing to the closet as she heard me come

in.

“Okoye, baby, shh.” I spoke.

“It’s back again mama.” she wailed, and Ori got up and nodded.

“It said it was going to kill us.” he said. Usually, I come in and see this shadow disappear.

However, they were still crying. I looked at the closet and using my adaptive night vision I

peered inside. In the closet, low and behold was a humanoid figure, but its mist made it difficult

to identify what it was. I picked the children up and silently and calmly went back into my

bedroom. My permanen