The faint sound of someone trying to sing, off key and pitchy, came from the room he saw her run into before she started to scream. It had been silent for a good while until the singing picked up and it took him a good while longer to gather up the nerve to crawl towards the half-open door and peer around it.
The voice sounded like hers, mindlessly repeating "la la... la la la la...la..." in the same way you'd play random notes on a piano or guitar to test it out. The thing making these noises was hunkered over her bloodied, crumpled body and as he noticed how her throat had been torn open he realised that it wasn't simply mimicking her - it had stolen her voice.
It didn't seem to have much of a head attached to its mottled-grey body, it was more of a fleshy stump that flapped open and closed, puckering and twitching as it played about with her voice. Gradually the sounds began to form words until it asked a question with her voice that chilled him to his core.
"So, exactly how long are you planning to hide by the door?"
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