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You were sluggishly walking around the streets of London and was in desperate need of a coffee. You, the stupid person you are, got lost.
The only reason you needed a coffee was because you were looking everywhere for the inexpensive apartment room you rented. You finally found the coffee shop and ordered your favorite. You felt as if you needed to gag because flashbacks hit you like a truck.
"Now sweety," your mom said," aren't you a little too young to have coffee?"
"No!," you replied,"I'm old enough to drink coffee."
"OK, fine. But then again you are still terrified of the boogie man."
"Mom! Not in public. Pleeeease?"
"Sure thing kiddo. Here's your coffee"
"Yusss. Thank you mom!"
You and your mom go home and sit on the couch watching Maury
(I had tooz dooz zat)
"...You are...NOT THE FATHER!"
(Zat tooz)
You and you mother both laughed hysterically and rolled onto the floor.
"Hey mom?, when is dad getting back. I want dinner." You asked.
"Right about 6:30" she replied.
"Oh, right..."
That's when the silver alarm clock scared you half to death and blared that horrid sound near your ear.
RRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"AAAAAAAHH!" you screeched.
Your mom then took it away from your ear and turned off.
"There. All better." Your mom said.
"Thanks but I can still hear it... I think." You mentioned
"Oh! Ok I'll see what I can do. Right now you need to rest your ears so try to sleep. K hon?"
"K mom, good night!"
"Good night."
You then fell asleep, but woke up to a scream and a splatter on your face.
(Shits. About. To. Be. Given.)
"Mom!" You tried to say, but all that came out was dry breath.
Your mothers eyes staring into your teary ones. Her stomach, impaled, with a long sword coming from behind and going out front. You were about to scream when your mother mouthed out... Run. I love you. Just run. You hide under the table and its cloth.
You feel as if your legs where stiff as you helplessly watched your mothers beautiful eyes torn out of the sockets, still with the sword in her. She could not run either.
The sword paralyzed her from the waist down after it came into contact with her spine. You then saw the figure remove the sword from behind, shove their hand in, made their way to her mouth, grabbed ahold of her lower jaw and used their free hand to help and tear off her head.
"Where's her daughter? She's on my list."
They then went upstairs. You then felt a pair of hands cover your mouth and carry you outside...
