By Amanda D’Souza
It was 4 am on a Monday morning when Riley sat bolt upright in bed. She held her knees and rocked back and forth, softly humming a curious tune under her breath. From somewhere under the sheets, Luke stirred.
“Are you okay, mommy?”
“Yeah sweetie, go back to bed.”
Outside the window of their tiny, one bedroom apartment, Riley saw the red lights of a faraway sedan flash once. She stopped rocking, and fell back asleep.
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On Tuesday night, this time, at 4.30 am, Riley sat up again. She was sweating. She couldn’t believe she was hearing that sound again, after all these years. She began to rock back and forth once more.
*Woop, woop, woop, woohoo, woohoo, eh, eh, eh, woooop, wooooop.*
The same sound, again and again on loop. It was distant, and no one in Riley’s vicinity could hear it. But she heard it as clearly…
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