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“Enough!”
Inga hit the bed with her fists, turned onto her stomach, and pressed her face against the pillow with a damp, musty smell. Forget, forget, forget. It was all left behind. No, not behind. It had never happened, never happened, never happened!
Inga repeated this phrase until it became muffled, crumbled, and faded as she returned to sleep.
“The scream was in this house,” Inga mumbled before drifting off completely. “Somebody screamed here.”