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and used it to scoot forward and sit next to her. The thought of being near her now upset him. What if he was somehow affected by those monsters through her via osmosis or association or something? Then he realized he was being a scared little dumbass.
    She said, “Look, look. What the hell are they doing to me?”
    Mike saw a single creature fold over at ninety degrees and start to push small pins into various parts of Melanie’s body. It was only then that he noticed the creatures had taken her blanket away and she was nude underneath . He barely allowed that to register though.
    Then the creature put a bulky looking face mask over her mouth and nose. There was a hissing noise associated with the mask. It was handed a wicked looking syringe that it pushed through her eyeball. The syringe must have stopped somewhere deep in her brain.
    Melanie grabbed Mike’s bicep at that part.
    Then the creature shoved an even bigger, uglier syringe right into the area where her liver was.
    At that moment, the light went out and the now dark figures seemed to disappear.
    Melanie said breathlessly, “They leave me like that for f our hours. Let me fast forward to when they returned. She moved the play bar over to almost the end of its length and stopped with only three minutes left to go.
    The light turned back on, but there were just three creatures now. They unhooked everything from her carefully and when they were done, one of them drew blood from her. With that, she was covered up again and the light went out.
    The video started to play again from the beginning so Melanie paused it.
    Funnily enough, only now did Mike have his doubts. He didn’t know this girl very well at all. This could be some kind of prank, maybe even a televised prank for Scare Tactics or some variation of Punk’d.
    He shook his head and smiled. “How do I know that’s real?”
    Melanie said, “Look at my left eyeball.”
    He moved closer to her as she leaned towards him. There was a little circular mark, sure enough, but that hardly constituted proof.
    Melanie backed away and laughed. “Go to the bathroom and check out your own left eye, Mike. That should be all the proof you need.”
    He wanted to say, shut up or this is stupid , but instead he did what she said.
    Her bathroom was small but it was her own personal bathroom , right off of the bedroom. He couldn’t help but notice the brush on the side of the sink was covered in thick clumps of hair. He leaned into the mirror and gasped. He had the same circular wound only his was larger. He yelled, “What the fuck?”
    She came in and put a hand on his shoulder. “Whatever is happening to me is happening to you too. We need to do something about it.”
    Mike had no idea what that was though. His mind was racing so fast he couldn’t keep up.
    Why was this happening to him? Why were they doing it to Melanie too? And why just them? No one else was going through these weird transformations. 
    But the big question was: Who were the ugly creatures and what the fuck did they want?

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    Melanie got ready for bed. She normally slept in the nude but not tonight. She turned her laptop towards the bed and set the video to record. She’d already popped some allergy medicine otherwise she’d never get to sleep. She let the pills work their magic and slipped blissfully into sleep.
    The creatures appeared a little after two in the morning. They moved their light into place but before they could hook up their pins or syringes Mike burst out of the closet and screamed at the top of his lungs, “Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
    He wished he’d brought a gun, except that he didn’t own one. He wished he’d br ought a knife. All he had was an aluminum baseball bat because there was a large part of him that didn’t believe any of this crap until now.
    But now that he’d put himself squarely on their radar, he wished he’d come more prepared.
    The closest creature came towards him with a device. Mike