“Dad, try not to make any noise tonight, okay! The walls are thin!”
He laughed and replied:
“Oh, go mind your own business, you little rascal.”
Then he took Larissa’s hand and went into the master bedroom, the same one he had shared with my mother for over thirty years. We suggested he redecorate before the wedding, but he refused:
“Leaving it as it is gives me peace,” he said.
Around midnight, I was awakened by a noise. I thought it was the wind… or perhaps a cat in the garden. But then—a scream. High-pitched. Terrifying.
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