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Chapter 2: You’re Not My Mom. Horror Thriller Web Novel 'It’s Me, Mom—Let Me In' - A Mind-Bending Horror Thriller That Redefines Fear



The wrong Debra climbed out of the river.

Water cascaded from her body, but she didn’t cough, didn’t gasp for air.

She just stood there.

Smiling.

The town stretched out before her, silent in the night, unchanged. The same streets. The same houses. The same life she had left behind.

Except—

She was not the one who had left.

The real Debra was still sinking.

Still drowning in the black abyss below.

And the thing that had crawled out in her place—

It was not her.

Not anymore.

It was something else.

Something that had been waiting.

Inside the House

The house looked the same.

Debra—the wrong Debra—stood in front of it, her bare feet dripping onto the porch. The wood beneath her toes felt familiar.

But wasn’t.

The keys were still under the mat. She bent, slow, deliberate, pulling them free with fingers that weren’t quite right.

She slid the key into the lock.

Twisted it.

The door swung open.

And there—

Standing in the hallway, barefoot, trembling—

Daniel.

Her son.

His eyes widened.

"Mom?"

His voice was small.

Suspicious.

Like an animal smelling something that looked familiar but wasn’t.

Debra smiled.

"Hey, baby." Her voice came out perfect. The exact tone, the exact pitch.

But the words tasted wrong in her mouth.

Daniel didn’t move.

He was staring at her too hard.

Like he was trying to see through her.

"Where have you been?" he whispered.

Debra tilted her head.

A slow, calculated motion.

"I was lost."

She took a step forward.

Daniel took a step back.

Her smile didn’t falter.

"What’s wrong, baby? You look scared."

Daniel’s lips parted. A small breath escaped.

Then—

"You’re not my mom."

The words punched the air from the room.

Debra’s fingers twitched.

"Of course, I am, sweetheart." She kept her voice soft, careful.

But Daniel’s head shook.

"No. You smell wrong."

Debra’s smile twitched.

The boy was too sharp.

Too aware.

His little hands clenched into fists.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

For the first time, something in her gut shifted.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Daniel was supposed to run to her.

Cry.

Hug her.

Believe.

But now—


Now he was looking at her like she was something dead wearing his mother’s skin.

And he wasn’t wrong.

Debra took another step forward.

"Come here, baby."

Daniel backed away faster.

"I said—WHERE IS MY MOM?!"

Debra’s mouth twitched.

Then—

The smile dropped.

Her face cracked.

Just a little.

A single, thin fracture.

Daniel’s eyes went wide.

He saw.

"You need to come with me, sweetheart." Her voice warped. Split.

Daniel’s breath hitched.

His small feet slapped against the hardwood as he spun—

Running.

Debra lunged—

Her fingers stretched.

Too long.

Too many.

Daniel screamed.

She caught his wrist.

And when her fingers closed around his skin—

Daniel’s face twisted.

Not in pain.

Not in terror.

In recognition.

Like something deep inside him had been waiting for this.

And then—

He smiled.

Not a child’s smile.

Not Daniel’s smile.

Something older.

Something waiting.

And then he spoke.

"I remember you now."

Debra’s body locked.

A terrible, sinking wrongness filled her.

Something was very, very wrong.

Daniel looked up at her, unblinking.

"You were in the water too, weren’t you?"

Debra’s breath stopped.

Daniel’s smile widened.

"You didn’t come back alone."

And then—

He let her hand go.

Stepped back.

Still smiling.

And whispered—

"It’s behind you."

Debra’s stomach twisted.

She felt it.

Cold breath.

At her neck.

She didn’t turn.

She couldn’t.

Because she already knew.

She wasn’t the first one to climb out of that river.

Something had been waiting for her to come home.

And now—

It was here.

Waiting.

Watching.

And smiling.

Just like her.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 1: https://storylinespectrum.blogspot.com/2025/03/horror-thriller-web-novel-its-me-momlet.html

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