Martha woke with a start as the phone began to ring. "Who calls at
this time of the night?" she thought to her self as she glanced at
her alarm clock. The red numbers glowed back at her in response:
1:43. She grabbed her robe,wrapped it around herself and hurried
down the carpeted stairs. The phone continued to call out to her
from the kitchen, at its place next to the old refrigerator. She
hurried into the kitchen,her feet protesting as they touched the
cold linoleum. Martha picked up the phone. "Hello?" She asked.
"Martha? Martha is that you?" Martha drew in a gasp. "You......you"
She struggled to speak. "Martha, it's Darcy,she-" His voice broke.
" She had a child, Martha: its begun" Suddenly there was a crash in
the background of the phone and the receiver clicked. Martha
dropped the phone, and flinched as it shattered when it hit the
floor. She ran to the door to the garage, not caring that she was
in her pajamas. She couldn't die now. She was too young. She
grabbed the keys and jumbled into her Honda . She had to get away.
Suddenly Martha felt a breath on her neck. She whirled around. Two
green eyes glared back at her. "Yes, yes, it had begun" The last
thing Martha Jones saw was to bloody fangs as she screamed.
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