When I was about seven years old, I lived in her old house, my dad and stepmother.

I adored my dad, but my stepmother didn't really like children, and she made it obvious.

She was never mean to me by any means, but she made sure that her disinterest was shown

in every interaction with me.

It was mutual.

Never really affected me at least, until I met the woman that locked me asleep.

It was a normal day when she first came.

I helped dad in the barn before bed, took a bath, and he tucked me in.

I curled up under my covers, my little stuffed lion, and I drifted off quickly.

I was pulled to consciousness only slightly when I felt the weight of somebody sitting next

to my feet on the edge of my bed.

I think he was my father checking in on me before you went to bed for the night.

I didn't even open my eyes.

Until I heard her start humming.

A soft sound.

The perfect melody to you are my sunshine.

I sat straight up and I tried desperately to adjust my eyes to the dark.

I knew it wasn't my stepmother.

I don't think Susie has ever come into my room.

It just barely see the silhouette of a woman taking shape in the darkness.

Who are you?

I loudly whispered trying to seem brave.

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