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| Alarmingly Strange Stories |
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Fake Tan |
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| . The morning of the Wedding saw Mum up at first light, preening herself as she made her way through the house. As she passed Mary's room she stopped and sniffed air. It smelt like burning candle wax. She opened the door and stared into a world filled with electric blue light. The air singed her nostrils when she took a breath. Her hand flew to her mouth as she doubled over convulsing violently she fought to stop herself from blacking out. On her hands and knees she crawled out the room dizziness and nausea welling up inside. Reaching the phone she called the Police. "I've never seen anything like it in my life," said the young Constable," What happened to her Doc?" "Well when the lads got here first," the Doctor removed his glasses and gestured towards the sun bed canopy that still held Mary's covered body in its jaws, "The Mother had warned them about the smell, but they still weren't prepared for what they were about to see. It seems that sometime early this morning the young girl had decided to go under the sun bed whilst under the influence of drink. She fell into a deep sleep, but the timer mechanism had been so tightly wound back that it failed to switch off. It just kept on running and running while she slept soundly." The young Constable walked around the side of the bed, carelessly brushing against Mary's exposed leg. Thousand of tiny snowflakes fell onto the bedroom carpet like a miniature snowstorm. "But how would that do what it did to her Doc" "Have you a microwave son?" "Yes" "Do you know how they work? How they cook things son?" "Hmm I think so-" "They cook from the inside out. Well that's what happened here." Said Doc. "What you mean a sun bed micro waved her insides! But that's ridiculous; my girlfriend uses a sun bed. I mean there are tons of people who use them. Christ, I even use one now and again," the Constable said," I mean look at her, she's all blisters and blown up like a burst balloon. Surely there is another reason, Doc?" The Doctor shook his head and then led the young Constable back downstairs towards the grieving Mum. The bloated black spot began to die. Without its life force to feed off, it could exist no more. But it knew it would be reborn elsewhere, there were a thousand more Marys out there all willing to pay the price for beauty. Anyway its job here was done, well done to say the least. And then it was gone. . |
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