Talk:Mommy's Illness/@comment-34680017-20180411183503

It’s so creepy, I can imagine being hunted by that kid who wants to spread the virus.

Here it is,

“I have something to give you.” I stop breathing becuase she’s getting closer. “Why are you hiding?” I crouch down and hide in the shadows. “I have a special present for you, it’s from my mommy...” she whispers. She knows I’m here. She walks by the table I’m hiding under. I look around for something to hit her with. “I just want a hug.” She says eerily. I see it! I find a stapler on the other side of the table, above me. I quietly grab it and she snaps her head to the side, but too quickly, as it falls off. I scream as her detached head begins turning, using its broken throat as small arms to move along the ground. “There you are...” it says and I kick it and it lands across the room leaving a trail of blood. “Weren’t you ever taught manners? She laughs. The head begins crawling back to her, never breaking contact with me. She bends down and picks up the head. I jump out, and chuck the stapler onto her right arm, but instead of her falling backwards, the arm just dangles there, unmoving. She grabs her arm, pulls it off with a sickening “slop” and throws it at me. It catches my neck, springing into action. I scream, but the arms grasp on my neck stops me. She begins limping to me. “You can help me.” She smiles. Her blue dress covered in blood, mucus and intestine. The arm is holding on harder, and I can feel myself passing out. “Now, I can’t have anyone finding out about my,” her arm tightens on my throat. “Sickness, can we?” She smiles as I slip into darkness one final time.

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