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At 2:00 a.m. I heard the same sound, but I didn't panic. Instead, I took my hammer and flashlight from the nightstand and stepped into the kitchen.

The beam illuminated a fist sized hole in the floorboards. Kneeling down, I hammered the splintered wood into place once again.

In the morning, I would repair it with a proper plank and long nails.

Maybe I needed a better option. A cage? Tighter restraints? Maybe I could simply quit this life? But, who was I kidding?

They always tasted better after marinating in fear.

I smiled as I walked back to bed.

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    frostygossamer about 5 years ago

    Scary! Great drabble.

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    Amy Dechary about 5 years ago

    Deliciously creepy.

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    D.M. about 5 years ago

    wondered about that hammer- wow

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