Fear Avenue : Don't Breath

Chapter 3 : What?

James tossed his head off his pillow. "What the-" James said as he got up. The house was silent and dark. He got out of his bed to find a crinkled note by his bedside it said "Aitasin siis nüüd te saate mind aidata, tragöödia hinge viib oma surma." He tore up the note and tossed it in the garbage bin. He was so confused. What was going ON?! His mom walked into the room. "Oh you're up early" she said. "Oh uh, hey mom. Hey I thought I would tell you school got a schedule change for the week. "Oh really. Huh, well we get to eat breakfast then, come on we got an hour." This day made James happy. He walked downstairs and put two pieces of toast into the toaster. He stood there waiting for the bread to pop from its warm crypt. BING! Out popped the toast. James took a large wiff of the air, delicious. He loved the scent of toast. Actually his favorite part of a lot of food. He took the toast out of the toaster and began to spread the melted butter over the crisp brown bread. He sat down and crunched into the bread, his mother was in the other room kind of dozing off. He finished off the DELICIOUS toast and got up brushing the crumbs off of his jeans. But something was wrong, there were MORE crumbs on his lap then there were before. He started brushing again until something struck him as odd, one of his hands looked like bread and the other looked like his jeans. He let out a startled gasp and shoved his hands into his pocket. "James y- you alright" his mother said with a tired stutter in her voice. "Oh nothing, it's nothing!" James replied back. His mother was to tired to think otherwise of his tone so she went back to watching something on the TV. James made a dart for the staircase towards the bathroom. He looked into the window and began to examine himself. He started looking at his whole body. Only his hands were changed. Little did James know this was only day 1 of a week long nightmare.