EDALThe smell of burned flesh always came first, Smoke and charred skin. It filled my nose, my throat, my lungs. I couldn't breathe or scream. I was nine years old again, hiding under the kitchen table, watching my mother's body break itself apart.Her spine curved backward first with a loud, wet crack that echoed off the walls. Then her fingers stretched into claws, nails blackening and curving into hooks. Hair sprouted from her arms, her face, her neck … dark and thick and wrong, covering the woman who used to braid my hair.“Mom?” I whispered.Her head snapped toward me. Her eyes … those warm brown eyes that read me bedtime stories … were gone. Replaced by bloodshot, hungry, feral orbs that locked onto me like I was the only thing in the world worth eating.Her mouth opened wider than a human mouth should open. Her jaw unhinged. Her teeth … those perfect white teeth she brushed every night … grew into needles, into fangs, dripping with saliva.“Run, baby. Don't let me—”Her voic
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