When The Snails Came

It was a misty Saturday night, in the little village of Hathan. Mum and Dad were out in the garden finishing off the veggie patch, and I was in my room bored out of my brain. I looked in my mirror for the up tenth time and as always saw the same young boy, with the same short charcoal hair, and the same matte hazel eyes staring back at me. When it happened.

"AHHHHHH!" the scream pierced the night like a hot knife through butter. I sprinted out to see what was wrong, everything was dead silent, but as I feverishly looked around there was a massive trail of barely visible slime across the backyard!