Part Six was published on the 28th of November.


It came from nowhere. I can only felt a sudden, familiar breeze in the tiny cubicle and the laughter turned into a horrible, piercing shriek. It’s enough to make you forget how to breathe. I was struggling to move, to breathe and to think. My skin recoiled at the thought of being completely alone and facing this entire catastrophe. I cannot do this! My ribs burned. I need to breathe. I close my eyes and a croak found its way out of my mouth. I try again.


The nurse! She should be back from lunch break. She would have heard me if I scream louder. The little tugs intensified. The tiny hands didn’t want to let go. It pinched my calves.


I stood rooted to the floor, trembling. Tears streaming on my face. I didn’t know what to do. I am so helpless and alone. Please, don’t do this to me! This is the first time that I really felt terrified of something. A horrible image of a headless baby crawling on the floor and tugging at my skirt made me scream louder.

The shadow crawled in uninvited through the cracks under the door. His long fangs took the tiny body and crunched him to shreds. There was no blood, just more pale dust. I immediately pressed my palms on my ears. Was it the sound of the broken bones that made me shut down? I have no idea. I inched towards the door knob but the door seemed so far away. The shiny knob was running away from me. I screamed for it to stop. Another screech followed when the mother howled bloody murder. Her mutilated son was gone.

The smoky figure jumped on the girl. It was 3 times as tall and twice as large. They rolled on the floor twice and in a blink of an eye, my mouth was filled with dust. Suddenly, the room was silent as a tomb. I was holding the knob now but it’s not opening. Pushing, pulling and kicking the ancient door didn’t work. I am sure that I am going to die. I wonder how much dust my body is going to shed when I saw the beady amber eyes.

“It was you,” I whispered.

The immense shadow shrunk. His little tail wagging. It was always him.

I sit cross-legged in front of him. I managed a quiet ‘thank you’ before I felt his paw on my left knee. I have always thought that he had a cute bark but this time a low, guttural voice escapes his muzzle. It formed a toneless word that only one person could understand.




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