The Present continued
After throwing up continuously until her stomache stabbed with pain every time she coughed, Karaw fell asleep.
Downstairs Jessicaw also slept , in her favourite chair by the fireplace.
The thing in the box stirred . It sniffed the air around it ... any peripheral smells were masked by the putrid stench it inhabited . Damp earth, rotting fur and incense . Not a concoction it was used to .
It raised it's lopsided head and peeked over the flap of the cardboard box. Vision impaired ... a differential in light intensity, but milky like the shapes were mere ghosts . But olfactory senses working fine . Food . It hadn't eaten for days.
Jessicaw stirred in her sleep . She murmured out a long-blocked out name .
The creature in the box heard the noise . It slowly climbed silently and nimbly onto the floor and edged towards the fire, the sound, and the scent of fresh meat ...
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