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He woke in a room. There were no lights, only the smell of decaying flesh. His memories were vague; all he could remember were flashes; a torch falling onto the ground, blood spilling onto concrete, a scream, and a woman with pink hair.
He put down his hand. His fingers made contact with wood, but he couldn’t tell whether it was a bed or the floor. He screamed with frustration, where was he? Why couldn’t he see anything? As if they had read his thoughts, a light appeared in the distance, the light, splintered, coming through the crack in a door.
He ran towards it, tripped and fell. Onto a human body. He scrambled backwards on all fours, gagging. The light became more visible, and he carried on desperately running towards it. When he reached the light the door was flung open and he saw the woman with pink hair; her face had melted away, bits of her brain were seen through the transparent mess of her forehead.
Her skull was clearly visible in the light from the door. Her mouth was open in a gaping hole, and as she lumbered towards him he silently prayed, please turn off the light!
I am terrified. I don’t know why, I don’t know how but I just know with every inch of my being that I am terrified. My mother comes into the kitchen, humming to herself. I press against the back of the cupboard I am hidden in, willing her to leave, so that she doesn’t get eaten too. She stays, dusting the shelves, sneaking one of the sweets out of the jar.
Wait a minute, eaten? I narrow my eyes in confusion. I wasn’t thinking anything to do with eating people. I gasp. Oh no! It’s gotten into my brain too. I press deeper into the cupboard; the back falls away and I hurtle downwards into nothingness. I hear a splat, then my mind detaches from my body and I wake up screaming.
My dad rushes in. “Honey, are you all right?” he asks. I glance around. “Where’s mum?” I ask. My father sighs. “I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that!” he says. Then he disappears. I look around in terror, wondering where he has gone.
Then I feel something on my back, which should be heavy, but isn’t. My alien dad’s fangs pierce my neck and I scream, but the scream gurgles on the way out and I die before anyone can rush to my aid.
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