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day 8: home

sam rolled out of bed a little before noon. she went downstairs and made herself a bowl of cereal. she sat in front of the tv and began flipping through channels.

static. everything was static.

sam got up and hit the tv a few times. the picture on the screen remained nothing but static.

"shit, i guess the cable's out..."

she walked into the kitchen to ask her parents about the tv when she noticed that they weren't there. as she stopped to think about it, she realized she hadn't seen her parents at all that morning.

"they can't still be in bed, can they?" she asked herself. her parents were usually up hours before she was. but after what they'd told her, it seemed unlikely that they'd leave the house.

sam walked upstairs to her parents' bedroom. she knocked on the door.

"mom? dad?"

she heard the sound of rustling sheets inside the room, and soon she heard a raspy voice invite her in.

"hey, are you guys feeling okay?" sam asked as she slowly entered her parents' room.

"we're okay," her mom replied, sitting up in bed. "we're just a little tired."

sam stopped in her tracks. her mother had blood trickling from her nose and ears. she looked at her father, lying in bed. his pillow was stained with spots of red and his face was smeared with blood.

sam began backing up toward the door. images from the day before began battering her head. leslie's parents, blood leaking from their orifices, smiling nonchalantly as they cut their daughter into pieces and drained her of blood.

"honey, close the door on your way out?" her mom asked, lying back down in bed.

sam closed the door behind her. she slowly backed up a few more steps as if in shock, then bolted down the stairs and out the front door as fast as she could.

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