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fell hard, but Abby’s endless screams drove me swiftly back to my feet.
“Abby! Abby!” I raced down the hall, fighting against the blinding lights flashing rapidly over my stunned eyes. I felt like I was in a hideously bad horror movie as I lifted my hands to try and fend off some of the intense light. Abby’s screams continued, rising and falling as her terror and fear pounded throughout the house. I plunged down the hall, no longer caring about the noise I made as I ran. It didn’t matter anyway; they already knew we were here.
I slammed off of a table in the hallway, knocking it over with a clattering b ang. It skidded a few feet away; I had to jump over it as it tumbled down the hall. Abby’s cries abruptly broke off; the ensuing quiet was far worse than her screams had been. Light flooded my mother’s room as I burst through the doorway. I stumbled, fell, jumped back to my feet before stumbling back again and slamming into the bedroom wall.
I flattened against the wall, I couldn’t move; my eyes were wide with horror, my heart was in my throat as I took in the awful sight before me. It wasn’t us that the aliens were looking for, but our mother. That thing, that awful tentacle thing was in the room. It was moving up and down in a searching pattern as it slid across the floor toward where our mother still sat upon the plywood.
Abby was on the bed, her mouth gaping , her hands on either side of her head as she watched the thing slithering along. It had broken the window; glass littered the floor around it. “Oh,” Abby moaned.
I didn’t know what to do, how to react. Then that thing reached our mother. Images of what had happened to th e man on the street flooded my mind. There was no way I was going to allow that to happen to her. I leapt forward, falling to my knees as I grabbed a piece of glass from the floor. I ignored the pain that sliced through my palms and knees as the glass bit sharply into them. Adrenaline propelled me as I lifted the glass over my head and drove downward with the full force of my weight.
Blood exploded over me, but I instinctively knew it was not that things blood. It pulsed out of the tentacle in spraying waves that coated me, and the walls. I thought it was Abby’s screams filling the room; it took me a moment to realize it was actually the thing that was screaming. It screeched as it jerked and flopped over the floor, twisting and withering violently as it reared up high before slamming down again. I fell back, clamoring to get out of the way, awkwardly scrambling to my feet as it whipped toward me. It slammed into my back, knocking me to my hands and knees with a blow hard enough to knock the air from my lungs. Choking, gasping for breath, I struggled to crawl away as it came at me again. The end of the tentacle opened wide, revealing piercing, needlelike teeth that had been crammed into a hideous, six inch wide mouth.
My eyes widened in disgust, a gurgling cry of alarm tore from me. I was shaking, coated in sweat and blood. My heart was hammering so violently I was half afraid I was going to have a heart attack. I was frantic with terror. I may not be frozen like the others, but that thing was still completely capable of killing me, even if I had wounded it. Its howling cries grew louder as it darted at me, slicing across my cheek, spilling more of my blood. Suddenly it screams weren’t all about agony, but also excitement and hunger as it tasted me.
I dodged its attack as it searched for the source of the fresh blood it had spilled. I scrambled away, crab crawling rapidly backwards as it lunged at me again. This time I wasn’t fast enough. This time it was on me.
It wrapped swiftly around my middle, winding rapidly toward my throat with the speed of a cobra. I clawed at it, trying to grasp it as it neared my throat with deadly velocity. “No, no, no,” I found myself rapidly and uselessly panting out the word, even as
“Abby! Abby!” I raced down the hall, fighting against the blinding lights flashing rapidly over my stunned eyes. I felt like I was in a hideously bad horror movie as I lifted my hands to try and fend off some of the intense light. Abby’s screams continued, rising and falling as her terror and fear pounded throughout the house. I plunged down the hall, no longer caring about the noise I made as I ran. It didn’t matter anyway; they already knew we were here.
I slammed off of a table in the hallway, knocking it over with a clattering b ang. It skidded a few feet away; I had to jump over it as it tumbled down the hall. Abby’s cries abruptly broke off; the ensuing quiet was far worse than her screams had been. Light flooded my mother’s room as I burst through the doorway. I stumbled, fell, jumped back to my feet before stumbling back again and slamming into the bedroom wall.
I flattened against the wall, I couldn’t move; my eyes were wide with horror, my heart was in my throat as I took in the awful sight before me. It wasn’t us that the aliens were looking for, but our mother. That thing, that awful tentacle thing was in the room. It was moving up and down in a searching pattern as it slid across the floor toward where our mother still sat upon the plywood.
Abby was on the bed, her mouth gaping , her hands on either side of her head as she watched the thing slithering along. It had broken the window; glass littered the floor around it. “Oh,” Abby moaned.
I didn’t know what to do, how to react. Then that thing reached our mother. Images of what had happened to th e man on the street flooded my mind. There was no way I was going to allow that to happen to her. I leapt forward, falling to my knees as I grabbed a piece of glass from the floor. I ignored the pain that sliced through my palms and knees as the glass bit sharply into them. Adrenaline propelled me as I lifted the glass over my head and drove downward with the full force of my weight.
Blood exploded over me, but I instinctively knew it was not that things blood. It pulsed out of the tentacle in spraying waves that coated me, and the walls. I thought it was Abby’s screams filling the room; it took me a moment to realize it was actually the thing that was screaming. It screeched as it jerked and flopped over the floor, twisting and withering violently as it reared up high before slamming down again. I fell back, clamoring to get out of the way, awkwardly scrambling to my feet as it whipped toward me. It slammed into my back, knocking me to my hands and knees with a blow hard enough to knock the air from my lungs. Choking, gasping for breath, I struggled to crawl away as it came at me again. The end of the tentacle opened wide, revealing piercing, needlelike teeth that had been crammed into a hideous, six inch wide mouth.
My eyes widened in disgust, a gurgling cry of alarm tore from me. I was shaking, coated in sweat and blood. My heart was hammering so violently I was half afraid I was going to have a heart attack. I was frantic with terror. I may not be frozen like the others, but that thing was still completely capable of killing me, even if I had wounded it. Its howling cries grew louder as it darted at me, slicing across my cheek, spilling more of my blood. Suddenly it screams weren’t all about agony, but also excitement and hunger as it tasted me.
I dodged its attack as it searched for the source of the fresh blood it had spilled. I scrambled away, crab crawling rapidly backwards as it lunged at me again. This time I wasn’t fast enough. This time it was on me.
It wrapped swiftly around my middle, winding rapidly toward my throat with the speed of a cobra. I clawed at it, trying to grasp it as it neared my throat with deadly velocity. “No, no, no,” I found myself rapidly and uselessly panting out the word, even as
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