It was then that I first noticed her eyes, staring out at me from the glass front of the microwave, then from the windows over the sink, then from the glass of the oven door. Her eyes were large, with a blue sheen to them, the pupils deep and dilated.
I tried to cry out to Mia or Amber, but the horrific pain in my head and jaw was worsening. It felt like someone was standing on my face to force my mouth shut. I tried to move, but I was suddenly so weak that I couldn’t drag my feet across the polished kitchen floor. My mouth felt so very dry, and I was desperately hot and dizzy. Her eyes were still watching me, gazing at me whichever way I turned. Strangely, she looked as though she was in pain as well, as though we were silently screaming to each other through the glass. I gazed helplessly into her blue eyes, as her back arched into an unnaturally tight knot. She looked like a puppet whose strings had been wrenched tight by its master. I felt her pain travel through the muscles of my own back, as I uncontrollably writhed and twisted onto the cold kitchen floor, where I mercifully lost consciousness.
A haunting, chilling debut from Ken Nelson in the horror genre.
It was then that I first noticed her eyes, staring out at me from the glass front of the microwave, then from the windows over the sink, then from the glass of the oven door. Her eyes were large, with a blue sheen to them, the pupils deep and dilated.
I tried to cry out to Mia or Amber, but the horrific pain in my head and jaw was worsening. It felt like someone was standing on my face to force my mouth shut. I tried to move, but I was suddenly so weak that I couldn’t drag my feet across the polished kitchen floor. My mouth felt so very dry, and I was desperately hot and dizzy. Her eyes were still watching me, gazing at me whichever way I turned. Strangely, she looked as though she was in pain as well, as though we were silently screaming to each other through the glass. I gazed helplessly into her blue eyes, as her back arched into an unnaturally tight knot. She looked like a puppet whose strings had been wrenched tight by its master. I felt her pain travel through the muscles of my own back, as I uncontrollably writhed and twisted onto the cold kitchen floor, where I mercifully lost consciousness.
A haunting, chilling debut from Ken Nelson in the horror genre.