The next morning felt surreal as there was a beautiful smell of bacon sizzling in the oven. Rubbing my eyes, I traipsed downstairs and saw two hands fiddling with the bacon. They were my mums hands! They had her wedding ring on! But where was the rest of her body? 'Mum?' I questioned. 'Yes sweetie.' she replied. 'Wheres your body?'. All of a sudden that figure squeezed out of the hands and said 'Your mothers body is with me! In hell! They were my hands in disguise! What are you going to do- its just me and you!'.
I ran outside even though the clear, morning air was cold. Pressuring my hand against the lamppost, I panted and took a deep breath. The field near my house had a great huge and deep bog in the middle. I jumped in it, in the hope I would die.
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