take it anymore and i heard her myself she sleepwalked and talked in different voices having conversations back and forth with herself it's not some monster your sister had a mental breakdown and made up the whole thing we found a dead body in the basement i retorted which shook amy i could see as much by how her expression changed sarah didn't show you all of the recordings she made NUMBER_TOKEN in total in the last one she set fire to whatever was in the basement she what amy whispered aggressively yeah we found the body and we thought it was her i continued we buried it she's legally dead and six feet under the look in amy's eyes turned into pure terror she glared past me at the kitchen where sarah merrily went about preparing us lunch she didn't tell me about that what the hell did did she kill someone not someone i pressed something me and the detective believe it was a monster a mimic of sorts and it might have taken sarah's place stop with the PROFANITY_TOKEN already it wasn't a monster okay worst case scenario your sister committed murder the door was locked at all times there was no other way in or out of the basement police officers checked it twice and didn't find anyone and as sarah locked the door as soon as they were out how the hell did someone get in there you weren't there to see it were you all you have to go by are recordings and sarah is mentally unstable unless you saw it with your own eyes how do you know that she latched the locks that she didn't lie on the recording PROFANITY_TOKEN me i thought that was the good point well i i mumbled the wind in my sails as good as gone coffee's done what are you too mumbling about sarah asked from the kitchen nothing sounds like quite the intense nothing can you come over and give me a hand before you two jump on each other amy got up but she stopped next to me and placed a hand on my arm drop it about the recordings okay we'll talk more later when sarah's not around but don't mention them around her it took me two weeks to calm her down there's no monster your sister is sick and needs professional help i didn't say anything else realizing that it would be in vain amy seemed like she'd already made up her mind on the matter so she wouldn't be of much help i was back to square one more or less but what little information she did share could have been useful i just needed to figure out how it fit into the bigger picture and the theories that were developing did sarah talk in different voices at amy's place because she was the mimic or was she truly having mental problems but even if that was the case it couldn't explain how she reproduced dad's voice or my own so flawlessly no no the mimic was real that much i knew for sure i'd heard the recordings with my own ears the only question i needed to answer was if it was dead or not and all the mounting evidence pointed towards not the two returned from the kitchen with coffee and the promised snacks and sarah looked at me with a wide grin amy in the meantime gave me the best stink eye i've received to date sarah started telling her of the few shared memories we had but i could see that neither one of us
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