Old Barbara went to visit her son and his family, one winter morning. As she started walking towards the front door, she heard her son’s voice. He had a distinct way of saying, “Hey, Mama.” Barbara went to the side of the building but no one was there. Again, she heard the voice and walked towards the stable. Then, the voice came from the old pump house. It was then that she realised that something was wrong. Terrified, Barbara ran as fast as she could. When she opened the door, she saw her son’s friends in the living room. Her son was in the kitchen cooking breakfast! It took her five minutes to calm down. “What disturbs me the most is that it mimicked my son’s voice in a way that even I, his mother, could not tell the difference. I heard it three times before I realised that there was something not right about it,” Barbara concluded.
The Mimic
