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A Cry of Fear The cicadas hummed outside Jame’s house, their electric buzz filling our small town. Their hum seeped through the flyscreens and mixed with the sounds inside. click, tap, whirr. The old Nintendo Entertainment System blinked beneath the television, its red light glowing like a tiny ey…

A Cry of Fear The cicadas hummed outside Jame’s house, their electric buzz filling our small town. Their hum seeped through the flyscreens and mixed with the sounds inside. click, tap, whirr. The old Nintendo Entertainment System blinked beneath the television, its red light glowing like a tiny eye in the dim room. On the screen, two pixelated fighters clashed. Thwack. Pow. “KO!” the TV blared. James jumped in his seat. "Relax," I said, laughing. "It’s just a game." He gripped his controller ti