“Squeak”
“Hiss”
Feeling something pressing down on the foot of the bed and then hearing a squeak, then a hiss, I quickly open my eyes to see her standing there. I really can’t tell if I am dreaming or not, so when I sit up and climb out of bed, I am not surprised when she is gone. She simply has vanished into thin air.
The only thing left when I look down at the bed is a long strand of her blazing red hair. Picking it up carefully, I take it over to the light and inspect it. At first glance, it seems perfectly normal, but when I bring it closer to my face, I decide that it looks strangely alien or even worse like it is fake.
If feels strange too, because it looks smooth, but the outside feels like sandpaper. When I bend it, I am sure it would snap, but instead all it doe
