Dancing in the moonlight

When my friend was about 4, she heard her mother’s voice calling to her from the kitchen. She was making her way down the hall that leads to the kitchen, when someone pulled her into the closet, covering her mouth so she wouldn’t make any sounds. It was her mom, whispering, “Honey, stay in here with me. I heard it, too.

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