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The house is too quiet. She walks from room to room, turning on lights, checking the door and window locks. Outside is silence. Eerie silence. No cars, no sounds at all. She looks through the peephole, but nothing is there. The fear is thick, like fog. She turns on the radio, thinking the sound will help drive away these feelings. It doesn't, so she shuts it off preferring the silence.
The evening passes so slowly. Then, in the distance, she hears the familiar drone of the truck. It makes it's way up the dirt road until it reaches the barn. Voices laughing, filter to her ears through the darkness. The key turns in the lock. "Hey baby, we're home! How was it on your own tonight?" She runs into her parents waiting arms, "Just fine momma, just fine." And in her heart, she feels safe once again.
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