A six year old girl wakes up in the middle of the night. It’s very quiet. She feels something warm and wet around her mouth. She sits up in her bed, touches her face, and looks down at her right hand. It’s dark red blood. She screams, “Mommy! Daddy!” She jumps out of bed and darts down the hallway to her parents’ bedroom. They’re still asleep. She runs up to her mother on the right side of the bed. Her mother’s face is gone. It appears to have been eaten in, leaving the front of the skull curved in like a bowl. Tears are running down the little girl’s petrified face. She rushes to her father’s side. His face is the same. The little girl backs away from the bed and out of the bedroom.
She turns and runs to the other end of the hallway to her older sister’s room. She peeks around the doorway into the room. Her sister appears okay. She’s laying on her back. Her face is still intact. The little girl slowly walks toward the bed. Her legs trembling. Her breaths quick and shallow. As she eases closer to the bed she notices something: A large dark red spot measuring about a foot in diameter on the sheet in the center of her sister’s chest. She pulls back the sheets. She jumps back and falls to the floor, horrified at what she sees: In the center of her sister’s chest is a cavity filled with blood measuring about nine inches wide and seven inches deep. Blood is splattered across her bare chest. The little girl screams, “No!” She runs downstairs and out the front door. She runs out into the middle of the cul-de-sac and screams, “Help! Somebody help!” The lights in several homes nearby quickly turn on. From inside a house someone can be heard yelling, “Call 911!”
About a dozen or so people have rushed out of their homes to see what all the commotion is about, and that’s when they see it: A little girl standing in the middle of the cul-de-sac crying with blood not only around her mouth, but the upper half of her off-white silk and lace gown and the ends of her long blonde hair are soaked in fresh blood. She faints in the middle of the street. The sound of sirens pierce though the crisp night air...
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