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Student @ University of Abuja
Case File M-017: Do Not Answer the Door
<p style="text-align: left;"><em><strong>CASE FILE <a class="tc-blue" href="https://twocents.space/insights/tag/m">#M</a>-017</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em><strong>SUBJECT: Vocal Mimic Entity</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em><strong>CLASSIFICATION: Hostile / Predatory</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em><strong>STATUS: Active</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em><strong>PRIMARY RULE: DO NOT RESPOND</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><em><strong><br/></strong></em></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><em><strong><br/></strong></em></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br/></p><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><em> A mimic is a shapeshifting creature or spirit that imitates objects, voices, or human appearances to deceive, lure, and often consume prey. Known for mimicking voices of loved ones or taking the form of what the person desires most. </em></blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><em>Number one rule when encountering a mimic: <strong>DO NOT ANSWER IT</strong></em></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><em><br/></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The first time David heard the knock, he thought it was his mother.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Three soft taps on his bedroom door.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“David?”</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Her voice was gentle, tired, exactly the way it always sounded when she called him down for dinner. He slid off his bed and opened the door.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The hallway was empty.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“Mom?” he called.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">No answer.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He shrugged it off. Old houses made strange noises. Pipes, wood, wind in the walls. Still, something about it left a chill in his stomach.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Later that night, it happened again.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Three taps.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“David, open the door.”</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">His mother’s voice again. Clear. Calm.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">But this time he frowned. His mom had left for the night shift at the hospital an hour ago.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He slowly walked toward the door.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The hallway light seeped through the crack beneath it, casting a thin yellow line across the floor. He hesitated, hand hovering over the knob.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“David."</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The voice came again, softer.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“Let me in.”</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He swallowed. “Mom?”</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Silence.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Then something scratched the door. Slow. Careful. Like nails testing the wood.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“David,” the voice whispered.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">But it sounded wrong now. The tone stretched too long, the syllables pulled thin like someone who had learned the word but not how to say it.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“Davidddd…”</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He stepped back.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“I know you’re in there,” it said.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The voice was still his mother’s, but underneath it was something deeper. Something wet. Hungry.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">His phone buzzed suddenly in his hand.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><strong>Mom: Just got to work. Lock your door tonight, okay?</strong></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><strong><br/></strong></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">His heart dropped.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Another knock came. Louder this time.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Three taps.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The door handle slowly began to turn.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><br/></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">And from the other side, perfectly in his mother’s voice, the thing said:</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“I can smell you.”</p>
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