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Ownership is Fatal

By Sarah Maloney

Ownership is Fatal

Copyright © 2013 by Sarah Maloney

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this work, in whole or in part, in any form.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, organisations and products depicted herein are either a product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously.

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There it went again, that scratching on my bedhead. Not an animal, I didn’t have any, but something deadlier, more terrifying. I was frozen in the middle of my bed, not even able to scream. The only thing I could do was listen to the sound as it got louder and closer to me. I shuddered as a sudden shiver went down my spine, as if an electrical current had used my bones as stairs. The scratching came to a sudden stop and relief flooded my body. My voice returned, but I knew it wasn’t over yet.

“Thomas!” The scream broke the eerie silence, but I needed my brother.

“Thomas!” I screamed again. I heard slow footsteps down the hallway and the creak of my door as it slowly opened

“What do you want Sharon?” He trudged sleepily across my bedroom floor and landed next to my bed.

“Shhh, listen”, I whispered. After about 30 seconds, the scratching began again, but this time it was under my bed.

I grabbed onto Thomas as the sound kept moving. My bed, the wall, my cupboard, Thomas. He clutched his arm as lines of broken skin appeared as if by magic. Droplets of blood fell from the cuts that got longer by the second. Thomas cried out in agony as the droplets became larger and eventually turned into a river of gushing blood down his arm. He was becoming paler and I knew it. I saw him crumple on the floor, thankfully he was still breathing, but the scratching had stopped.

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