Chapter 2

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A.N: There's a 'sequel' in the works, might be released after I feel I've churned it through the editor for the 5 millionth time...

Enjoy.

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Both Tattletail and I jumped, and we were both shaking. I wanted to talk, something, but I remembered- if you don't make noise Mama can't catch you, so I sat there and tried to stay completely silent and still. Mama did not leave. I didn't even know if she could at this point, the secret door was locked. And I was sitting right in front of it.

But we both looked away for a moment when the sound of footsteps started again, and Mama's eyes dimmed. Tattletail was still shivering.

The footsteps stopped in the hallway for a minute. Some muffled shuffling. A silence I didn't like one bit.

I looked back towards Mama, but her eyes were focused to the wall where the noises were loudest.

And then, the sound of a door creaking.

We all waited.

The silence began to stretch.

On.

And.

On-

A scream.

Mom.

I put my hand over my mouth, wondering- what is happening is she okay should I go out and call someone or maybe go to the neighbors and call there-

Footsteps.

They were heavy, too heavy.

I felt cold.

No more sounds came from my mom's bedroom.

I swallowed thickly, trying to not start crying. Crying was for babies, yes, but...

I buried my head in my knees, squeezing my eyes shut. She couldn't be gone.

My eyes burned, and Tattletail stopped shaking for a moment. I felt a nudge. I looked up, and Tattletail was staring at me. Eyes almost sad.

Then I noticed Mama's eyes were bright again.

I stared, still scared but not as scared. I was more worried about my mom. Maybe she'd just woke up and ran. Maybe she had a nightmare. Maybe, maybe.

For a moment, Mama turned back to the wall, then her eyes completely vanished.

Tattletail and I stared at the spot where they'd been, waiting. Scared. But not as scared.

Then, the footsteps stopped. I heard a low mutter, then another footstep.

Then the sound of a man screaming.

Tattletail and I looked at each other.

Then, the sound of a knock right on the secret door.

I jumped. There had been no footsteps, meaning it was only one thing. I waited. I didn't want to go out, but at the same time...

I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and shoved the door open.

The empty living room was all I saw. I blinked. Mama was nowhere in sight.

And then I remembered- neither was my own mom. I gasped, then looked over to her room-

The door was open.

I wanted to run, scream for her. I already knew that the man we'd heard was the intruder, and that he was long dead. But as for mom...

I shook my flashlight, finally turning it on. I only looked enough to see something shiny on the sheets before I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and then turned away. There was nothing to it. She was gone.

Tattletail whispered, "Your mama..."

I turned to the kitchen. I had to call someone. 911.

But then I saw those eyes. I stopped, waiting. What would Mama do? I kind of didn't care. It didn't feel as important as it had before.

After a small pause, Mama turned towards the basement door, then nodded once. Then she was gone.

I waited a few seconds more to be sure I was safe, then went to the phone hesitantly.

A few hours later, I was sitting outside, holding Tattletail tightly. Policemen and women were both asking me, what happened, did you see the killer's face, were you there, do you know where the killer went.

I answered the same things. My mom was killed. No. No. Yes.

The basement. Mama got him.

And then they'd get confused. But you said your mom died.

Yes. But Mama is not mom. Mama got the man after mom... he's dead. Long dead.

And finally, they went into the basement. They found the mangled body of the killer there, his throat slit in the exact same way my mom's was.

I watched as both bodies were taken out on stretchers and covered in white sheets. I looked away, across the street.

I noticed a pair of ruby-red eyes staring at me from the shadows. They were no longer hateful, I could tell.

They blinked once slowly. For some reason, I could also tell that Mama would no longer attack me.

A truce.

Then she vanished, and I was left in my front yard, waiting for my aunt to arrive and take me as what was left of the 'crime scene' would slowly vanish, until I could go back and take my things.

Until next time.

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A/N: I expected this to be longer, but whatever. Meh.

If you want me to make more, from this AU, then just tell me. I actually have a few ideas.

Thanks for reading.