My Mother’s Smile

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my mothers smile 14291

My name is Tomáš, my friends used to call me Pansy. I am telling you this because the memory of my friends seems like the last real thing here. I was from Czech Republic, that's why my english is what it is.

I don't know where I am. And I honestly do not want to know. I just want this to be over. I hope that the grim reaper will come soon and release me from this horror. I am writing this here, but I don't know if anyone will be able to read this, because I am not sure if the internet is a real thing here. Listen, I have everything in this room. All my stuffs. Because it seems like I am in my room. In my house. But I know I am not. Everything looks just the same. I've been closed in this replica of my room for hours, maybe days, who knows. I am not brave enough to go outside. I think they are there. Behind the door. In the kitchen, in the hallway,… I know that. I cannot hear them or see them, but I just know they are there. I don't know what they are. And I do not want to know.

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Yesterday, or maybe it was more days ago, I was sitting in the living room, trying to do some work for my school project on my laptop, when my mother came home from work. We said hi, she asked me about school, just typical afternoon conversation. Then she went to the kitchen and made herself some food. Nothing unusual. It was almost evening, she was watching TV, I was still doing my project. My mom stood up and touched her pockets, then went to the kitchen and was looking for something in her bag.

"Uh, Tomáš, could you please call me? I can't find my phone," she said.

So I did. She was walking around the house looking for a sound of her ringtone. She was somewhere in the study room when someone picked up the phone. I heard some noise and someone murmuring, I didn't understand what it's saying, it didn't sound like Czech or English. Then someone said: "Do not…," a buzz interrupted the woman's voice. "Do not let them in…," now something screamed, but it wasn't human, more like an animal being killed. And then complete silent. Out of nothing the woman spoke again. She was scared, but her voice didn't shake or anything. She was my mother.

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"I love you Tomáš, stay strong."

That was it. She hung up. It was my mother's voice. I felt someone is standing behind me and that anxious feeling was horrible. I was creeped out and I still am. What is going on? I looked behind me. She was standing there, looking at me. Smiling.

"Mom? What's going on? Who are you?" My voice was shaking.

She didn't stop smiling and her smile was getting wider. That's when I felt it – it really wasn't my mother.

That smile got even wider. Wider. It was so unnatural. Impossible. Its lip corners cracked and its smile was from ear to ear. Its teeth was extremely white with a little bit of blood because of those lip corners.

And then I was here. I don't know where. I don't want to know. It looks like my room but it's not. My laptop is also here. I don't what's going to happen. I just know I am not going outside of this room. I hope I'll die soon, because the horrible fear I am feeling, the anxiety seems stronger in this silence. When I look from the window it looks just the same like in my house, but something is different. It lacks those tiny movements – the leaves on a tree, they don't move in the wind. There is no wind, no children are playing outside. I tried to look up something on the internet. I don't know what I thought. I don't even believe someone's gonna read this, I think the internet is only an illusion too. But I had to make a summary of what has happened anyway.

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God, I hope I'll die soon.

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