The deathly-still silence is enough to drive you completely insane. The lonliless in the atomosphere is enough to make you suicidal. You get an eerie feeling. As if you should be watching out for something. You jump up, look around, realise that your being paranoid, then sit back down in your security chair. You are about twenty seconds away from pulling your hair out. You are sleepy and you definetly don't feel like guarding a stupid plaza all night. Especially when you could be at home in bed with your husband. You decide that it wouldn't hurt to simply sleep for an hour or two. Honestly, who would break into a boring building such as this one? You relax and suddenly your in a dreamless sleep.
You awaken to something breathing down your neck. The breath is warm but it smells like rat crap. Suddenly, a frightningly cold hand is clutching your neck, cutting of your breathing. All you see are hideous claws scraping the skin on you neck. They are leaving almost permanent bruises and cuts. Your too fearful to try to break away. Too shocked to fully decipher what was going on. Right when you think you are about to black out, the hand lets go of you. You fall on the floor and gasp for air. You do a quick prayer and thank God for allowing you to live. Once you catch your breath, you turn around to see what was choking you. The sight before you is horrifying. It is the most gut-wrenching, stomach-churning, eye-bleeding sight you've ever seen. It makes your skin crawl in the most unpleasant way possible. You avert your eyes and you almost scream.
"You should be guarding the building. If I catch you doing this again, I will pluck your eyes out." the horrific thing said. It was obvious that this thing wasn't kidding.
You slowly turn back around to face the hideous creature. Somehow you gain the confidence to speak up for yourself. "What are you? My mother?" you say. Something tells you, in the back of your head, that it was a bad idea to say that. You like your face with all the skin on it and not halfway scraped off thank you very much.
"No, I am not your mother. I'm your mother in law. Remember?"
