I screamed under my duvet as the slimly dystopian creatures crawled closer to my bed, like a pebble flowing down a stream.
I shouted for help, no one heard me, they picked me up by their great bigs hands and carried me off, off into the night sky.
The stars glistened with eternal light like the stairway to Heaven, gleaming with the beams of the universe.
Once aboard their ship they began to probe me, there slithery grey hands clenched onto my face whilst my heart pumped away, like the heartbeat of London. I screamed, screaming as if it was time to die, like I was burning in the depths of hell.
A sweet, calming voice echoed into my ears, calming my soul. I turned my head and there she was.
Her hair sparked like Emma Willis presenting microphone.
It was Tila Tequila.
TO BE CONTINUED...