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UNCLE, HELP ME! MOMMY’S BEEN SLEEPING FOR THREE DAYS, AND THERE’S A WEIRD SMELL!" THE NEIGHBOR’S LITTLE GIRL CRIED OUT.
20th Jul, 2025 Views 53
Marissa let out a deep sigh and, taking her doll, went to play in the next room. Mommy was sleeping—she shouldn’t be woken up. She gets very tired at work, Marissa explained to her stuffed animal friend.
The doll blinked its big blue eyes as if agreeing with its little owner. But the doll couldn’t understand that five-year-old Marissa, raised by her single mother Olivia, hadn’t gone to preschool for two days because there was no one to take her. Olivia and her daughter lived alone after the divorce from her husband.
Olivia worked as a cashier in a grocery store. It was a 24-hour supermarket, so her shifts alternated between day and night. Sometimes she even had to work overnight. During those times, the neighbors—Uncle Brian and Aunt Irene—took care of Marissa.
They fed the little girl and made sure she went to bed on time. Olivia would return from her night shift, eat breakfast, shower, and then go to sleep. That day, too, she went to sleep—but this time, she never woke up.
Marissa was actually happy she didn’t have to go to preschool. She curled up next to her mommy and quietly fell asleep too. Later, she woke up, shook her mom’s shoulder, but when there was no response, she headed to the fridge.
She took a sausage and warmed it in the microwave all by herself. After that, she played with her doll and watched some TV.
But mommy was still asleep. Evening came, and still no change. Marissa decided it was time to go to bed again.
The next day, Olivia still hadn’t woken up. The fridge was empty, except for a dried piece of bread in the basket. Marissa didn’t yet know how to use the stove to boil water for tea.
She was very hungry, but her mommy wouldn’t wake up, no matter what she tried. She shook her, splashed her with water—but nothing worked.
Marissa cried a little, then curled up next to her mother again and fell asleep. A ray of sunlight and the rumbling of her stomach woke her up. She sat on the couch, looked at her still-sleeping mom, and sniffed the air.
It didn’t smell like her mom’s perfume. There was a sweetish, strange odor. One she had never smelled from anyone before. She touched her mother’s hand and was shocked by how cold it was.
And her palm—once rosy and soft—was now stiff and bluish. “Uncle Brian, help me. Mommy’s been sleeping for three days, and she smells funny.” The little girl knocked on the neighbor’s door.
Despite it being 6 A.M., the sleepy neighbor, alerted by the little girl’s visit, stepped into their apartment—AND FROZE.
To be continued
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