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“Faster, Momma, faster!” the twins squealed with delight from the backseat of the minivan.

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The spirit hovers over my bed as she has every night for the last 30 years - ravenously hungry and endlessly patient.

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I scratched mindlessly at the large, scabbed-over puncture wounds on my arm - a bite of some kind received in the night earlier this week.

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I knelt and picked up a stick to poke through the bits of blood, bone and fur that remained where Whiskers had sat just moments before.

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As the train bore down upon me at full speed, my ankle hopelessly stuck between the railroad ties, I had only a moment to think, “Well, at least it will be quick.”

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“Go ahead, the last present is all yours,” Father said with a grin, gesturing to the lone package sitting underneath our Christmas tree.

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I picked absentmindedly at the blemish on my cheek, scraping away the scab with my fingernail and trying to stop the itching sensation.

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“It’s getting too hot in here,” Linda complained, shifting uncomfortably in the hot tub where I had bound and blindfolded her.

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“You’re going to eat, even if we have to force feed you,” my father said, my older brothers standing from their seats at the table and preparing to make good on the threat.

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Our ride-share driver turned to face us as he floored the accelerator - the car surging forward toward the crowded crosswalk.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
“Faster, Momma, faster!” the twins squealed with delight from the backseat of the minivan.	2298
The spirit hovers over my bed as she has every night for the last 30 years - ravenously hungry and endlessly patient.	1639
I scratched mindlessly at the large, scabbed-over puncture wounds on my arm - a bite of some kind received in the night earlier this week.	155
I knelt and picked up a stick to poke through the bits of blood, bone and fur that remained where Whiskers had sat just moments before.	117
As the train bore down upon me at full speed, my ankle hopelessly stuck between the railroad ties, I had only a moment to think, “Well, at least it will be quick.”	85
“Go ahead, the last present is all yours,” Father said with a grin, gesturing to the lone package sitting underneath our Christmas tree.	65
I picked absentmindedly at the blemish on my cheek, scraping away the scab with my fingernail and trying to stop the itching sensation.	63
“It’s getting too hot in here,” Linda complained, shifting uncomfortably in the hot tub where I had bound and blindfolded her.	34
“You’re going to eat, even if we have to force feed you,” my father said, my older brothers standing from their seats at the table and preparing to make good on the threat.	28
Our ride-share driver turned to face us as he floored the accelerator - the car surging forward toward the crowded crosswalk.	27