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Here’s the start of a new WIP–working title “Discovering Gremlins. Seth had a bad day at work–hit his head and saw a monster, which he dismissed as his imagination. A shadow has followed him home. Maybe.
Previous snippet: Seth swore, and yanked the plug on the microwave. He opened the door, which made the fire rise eagerly with the fresh infusion of oxygen, used a metal spatula to deposit the dinner in the sink, then turned on the tap.
A few moments later, he stared glumly at the blackened and soggy brick of still-frozen pasta and meat.
A quick scoop with the spatula landed the mess in the trash, and he had a bowl of cereal instead, before slumping off to bed. Tomorrow would have to be better.
His alarm went off far too early, and he accidentally swiped his phone off the nightstand when he tried to silence it. Groaning, he picked it up, and turned it over to find a spider web of cracks across the screen.
“Great.” He set the phone down with exaggerated care, and shuffled to the kitchen. He had a breakfast sandwich in his hand when he noticed the burn marks and scorched plastic smell of the microwave.
Deciding not to risk the microwave, he had a much less satisfying shake instead, then headed to the bathroom to shower. Setting the water to its hottest setting, which never got above lukewarm, he hummed as he lathered his body and hair. When he leaned back to rinse, the shower head rattled, and clunked to the floor, water spraying everywhere, suddenly ice cold.
He squealed like an offended hamster, and jumped back, flailing wildly with one hand for the tap, using the other to shield himself, futilely, from the frigid deluge.
Finally, the cold porcelain fell under his fingers, and he twisted. The water slowed, but didn’t stop. Venting his frustration with a few heartfelt epithets, he rinsed off in the cold spray, and made a few more unsuccessful attempts to stem the flow of water. He dried and dressed in the nearest clothes he could find on the floor, and hurried down to maintenance.
After he slammed his fist into the door a few times, it opened.
“What?” the maintenance guy blinked, “Hey, you’re all wet!”
* * *
Gremlins have camouflage magic, and a way of making people who catch just a glimpse forget them. This is good for humanity, because they’re powerfully ugly, and react violently to being discovered. But when Seth hits his head and lands on the floor right next to a gremlin, he sees it… and it notices that he’s done so. Things are about to go downhill for Seth.