My Mom Is A Zombie

It was the middle of the night, and I was having restless sleep. I lied there with my eye and ears peeled waiting for anything, a sine. Not after a course of curdling screams were sounded outside, could I dare fall asleep. I checked out of my window, it was placed on the third floor of our three-story house, but I couldn’t detect the presence of anything. It was too dark to see anything out there anyway. I went and lied back down in bed, hearing more ear scratching screams.

I hadn’t bothered to peer out the window, just in case I attracted any unwanted attention to myself.

It wasn’t even half-an-hour later when I heard something rummaging around downstairs, I could hear the thing start to stumble up the stairs, to what sounded like my parent’s bedroom. It sounded like they barged in because the sound that followed was an ear-piercing scream, that sounded like my mother.

The snarling, and ripping sounds haunted my eardrums. The screaming silenced and the sound of the stumbling feet continued out of there room. I could hear it dredging back downstairs, but a second pair headed into another room.

I jumped out of bed, dumbstruck, and ran down the hall to my mothers and fathers’ bedroom. There was blood that hung ajar on their door. It looked as the hinges of the door and nearly been ripped off the wall. I tapped the door, pushing it open just enough so I could see inside, I saw no one.

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The bed lay there torn and covered in blood. I backed into the hallway, I felt like I was about to hurl. I reached out and closed the door, I went to turn around, but froze. My breathing hitched as I could feel another presence behind me. A low-pitched growl came from the creature. Its warm breath caressed my neck, As I turned around precariously as ever to be right in the face of my, mother. A sigh of relief left my body. Wait; I looked at her face, this is not my mother? My mother had honey brown eyes, and dark brown hair that draped her shoulders, she had a smile that made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. This thing, right in front of me was far from that; she had black eyes that resembled the midnight sky; her brown hair was matted on top of her head, you could see that she had been hurt, the blood on her head. The side of her neck had a chunk bitten out of it, the blood glistening in the small amount of moonlit that managed to peep through the blinds of the window.

I stood there paralyzed a shock wave shook through my body. mom? I asked, voice shaking. She growled in response. She raised her face to the sky and breathed in my scent hungrily. My mother screeched and lunged at me. She tackled me to the floor. I lay there screaming and crying, I turned, pushed and shoved. I was crushed under her surprising weight, she is slower than usual, with a lack of reflexes. She thrashes and snarls for my throat. I reach for anything I can grab, my fingers wrap around the leg of a small table. I thrashed my arm pulling the table down and smashing her on the head. My mom goes still, I can still feel her breath. I pull myself out from underneath her, and sprint outside, I run out past the road and into the nearby forest. My legs cripple under me as soon as I reach the outskirts of the backwoods. I start to pant and cry uncontrollably. I stair up at the midnight black sky that resembles my mother’s eyes, and racks my brain. My mom just tried to kill me, what the hell is happening? The switch clicks, the way she looked her slowed reflexes; my mom is a zombie!