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“Evening folks, and I wish I could wish you a good one. However we are just getting reports in that Mayor Johnson was brutally attacked after leaving his press conference last night. The Mayor held the press conference in regards to the recent attacks, stating that he would begin to increase police activity in the EDE...”

A strange ringing filled her ears as she stared at the television screen, eyes wide and unseeing for a moment until it transitioned to the phone recording.

Her heart stammered uncomfortably in her chest and while she felt a pang of sympathy for the Mayor’s wife, whom she had met on several occasions and genuinely enjoyed, she couldn’t conjure up anything else.

Don’t tell me you’re in shock? came the mocking voice.

Victoria scoffed, cutting her eyes away from the television and staring off into a corner of her office. It seemed as if the spot was always embedded in shadows, always cold and empty. Maybe she was being haunted and that’s all this voice was...

A ghost? That’s the best you can come up with? First, you just assumed you were going crazy and now you just sound crazy.

Victoria didn’t respond, her eyes turning back to the broadcast as it moved on to the next.

“Who could’ve done this? And why?” She asked the air, brows furrowed as she tried to put her finger on the peculiar feelings of guilt. Perhaps she simply was resettling into the fact that she didn’t feel guilt, not truly, only guilt that she should.

The voice within her cackled, echoing and sharp, shrill and cruel.

“Will you cease your incessant prattling?” The councilwoman snapped, eyes sliding over jarringly, like a door.

You really have no idea? This is too rich!

Victoria felt a migraine coming home, a wave of nausea and something else but she still couldn’t put her finger on it.

She sighed and clicked the television off, forcing herself to ignore the loud guffaws banging around her head. Some days the voice sounded like one of many, an annoying choir of the dammed.

Tonight was one of those moments.

She moved upstairs, the laughter trailing behind her. Tonight was a night for sleeping pills... anything to silence the Other within her.

She needed to sleep, tomorrow was going to be a shit show.

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