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Killer Koalas

I quaked with fear. Creepy shadows lurked behind ornaments of miserable, misshapen monsters and the candlelight twinkled disturbingly on the jars of unknown liquids. This was the setting of Mr. Balthazar's junk shop – freaky I know, but it was worth it. In his shop window sat a huge koala with a bow tie hanging loosely at his neck. In the dim streetlight, the koala seemed so sad and lonely – it just wants to be loved. So that is why I was in the junkshop purchasing that tatty, old koala – and that's when my troubles began.
I am Janet wiese and I just adore koalas. My room is jammed full of them – 176 in total! My best mate Jaime Moss detests koalas so much that she never comes round – but when I told her what happened last night made her skin crawl!
It was on a stormy, November night. I had just tucked up in bed, slowly drifting away I noticed that there was a space on my bed where the koala I purchased earlier had been – but now it was gone. I panicked – where is it I wondered. Shaking, I turned on my bedside light and saw that the koala was sitting on the floor. Not laying – sitting, as if it was waiting for me to back to sleep. Waiting. Smirking. I looked at the space on my bed where I last placed it. I looked down to the koala. My heart skipped a beat. It just moved, I know it did. Didn't it?
I shrugged at the thought and then wiped the beads of sweat off my head and put the koala back on my bed and turned out the light. I drifted into a deep sleep still imagining those eyes of the koala continuously glaring to the left and to the right.
I switched on the TV – I was shocked at what I saw. Five teenage girls had been brutally murdered – all of them I know so well... yet I knew so little. The images of their bodies – bloody, disgusting – so distorted. They were so horrible – but I still kept watching. I knew these girls – they had bullied me and Jaime for years, it was such a relief to see they had been killed. Wait – this isn't meat all! I... I... I am devastated aren't I? But the feeling of relief feels so good ... doesn't it? I began to spin. Round and round. I went through space and time. Koalas. Lots of koalas. Trying to grab me. I won't let them.
I woke up with a start. My mum was shouting me. Half asleep, I slipped on my fluffy koala slippers, not noticing what horror lay at the end of my bed, and I went downstairs at my mum's calling.
She sat me down and told me to watch the news, dark circles hung miserably from her beautiful, blue eyes which glittered in her tears – 'what was wrong' I thought. Then it hit me. Five teenage girls have been brutally slaughtered – the five girls known as 'the devils' from my dream – it came true! My dream actually came true!
Disbelief took over me. I felt dizzy and faint and sick. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and I swung open the door and I screamed – blood covered the walls and floor. Tiny bloody paws (which seemed quite monstrous) circled my bed and then its eyes locked onto mine – the koala looked at me. It's eyes were so piercing – as if it wanted to see my fear and release it from me like a mother giving birth to her child – it was so painful. It was like a force that no one had ever experienced. My body was paralysed, I wanted to run, but I couldn't. Dread and fear took over me – what was I going to do? Was this going to be the end of Janet Wiese?

Short story by Taryn =]
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Written on 2010-02-12 at 16:06