It all started pleasantly enough. Yesterday, the shadow grew again. Strange shapes blackened the sky. The walls keep changing color. There’s something outside the window. Her eyes widened in anticipation. It was an insular community. We thought they were dead. But they were dead, yesterday… There wasn’t time to scream.
The sun didn’t rise today. No one sees color here. They don’t remember the difference. It is inside the house. That night, I wasn’t alone. A voice said, “You die”. There shouldn’t be visitors tonight. Didn’t I lock this door?
“I’m not usually like this. I can’t feel my legs.”
She said, “I got this.” She had too many teeth. Time slowed to a stop. “This won’t hurt a bit.” The anesthesia didn’t quite work. The scab came off again. It had been an eye. Below, rows of sharp teeth. I think those are teeth. “It’s curable, for a price.”
“I can’t find the baby. I have these horrible urges.”
“They know, they just don’t care.”
“This isn’t my real face.”
But there was no face…
Awesome! The quick sentences and their disjointed but still coherent nature evoke panic almost perfectly.