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Deja Vu
A Short Story
Scared for her life, Maggy hid behind the wooden coffee table, afraid to be seen by the strange man that had once again entered her house. The table was small and barely managed to hide her shrill figure, however, she hoped that the darkness in the room would help her hide better.
She felt him get closer to her and felt her heartbeat rise until she could hear it beating through her ears. She shakingly put her wrinkly fingers on her chest, hoping it would tame down her roaring heart, only to find it getting louder.
She could now see his shadow start to appear, and as he got closer. It got bigger and bigger until it was entirely covering her. It was now too late for her and at 70, there was only so much she could have run before he caught her.
It started a while ago. First, she would only see him on the porch, sitting aimlessly. Then she would see him at the dining table, having meals like he owned the place. But this had to stop. She had to do something about it.
Lifting her eyes up from her silk nightdress, to a pair of muddy old boots had instilled a strong feeling of Deja Vu in her. But it hadn’t made sense to her, just yet.
Those boots had been the center of her nightmares for a while now. She would see them in her living room, her kitchen and recently she had started to see…
