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gone?" Clare asked.
    I nodded my head.
    "There you go, nothing to worry about."
    "I know," I began to rub my face, "but that front door isn't indestructible. Maybe we should stay upstairs."
    "Sod tha'." Kelly stood to her feet, and pulled her 'Easy Tiger' T-shirt over her large belly. "I'm not stayin' upstairs if we don't really have to." She then turned to me and asked, "Where am I sleepin' tonight?"
    "Oh," I feigned a surprise look. "Are you staying the night?"
    Kelly's face was full of confusion and she began to stammer, unable to start her next sentence.
    I waved my hand at her and began to laugh. "I'm just messing with you. We're sleeping in the attic, just for safety purposes."
    "Phew!" Kelly placed her hand on her chest. "Ye 'ad me there, bloody idiot."
    "Look," my voice developed a more serious tone. "If you see any of these things through the front door again, don't move anywhere. I think the movement could arouse them."
    "Sexually?" asked Kelly.
    "Seriously? No." I glared at Kelly's blank look. I shook my head and announced, "Right, I'm off for a piss."
    Kelly cleared her throat to get my attention which made me stop in my tracks. "Can we flush the toilet?"
    "We can flush the toilet, I think." I spoke unconvincingly. "I think from the outside they can only hear the running water."
    "Well, I hope you've got enough toilet paper." Kelly winked at Clare and nudged her playfully. "I think I'll be ready to curl one out soon."
    I shook my head and left for the downstairs bathroom. "For God's sake."

Chapter Twenty Seven
     
    I was the first to wake the next morning. It was early. 6:53am to be exact.
    I got out of my sleeping bag and stood to my feet. My back was breaking. The girls used my spare quilts and pillows that I had in black bags, and used some old cushions as a desperate way for some kind of mattress.
    Being the gentleman that I was, and still am, I opted just for the sleeping bag and was now paying the price. It had been an awful, uncomfortable night. The odd faint scream from outside was bad enough, but the snoring coming from my two guests, especially from Kelly, was infuriating to say the least.
    Clare's snoring wasn't so loud, it was just a bit wheezy and her nose would whistle occasionally. It was damn annoying, but Kelly was a lot worse. She occasionally talked in her sleep, and spoke mainly about her recently-deceased boyfriend, and on two occasions she had farted very loudly. At this point, I was seriously thinking about punching her in the tit to shut her up, but I refrained from doing so. I had then looked at my wristwatch to see it was nearly two in the morning, and found that the second time she broke wind was enough to clear a room and made me feel sick.
    I think it must have been around three when I eventually nodded off, and when I woke up, I felt reasonably okay, not like a man who only had three hours sleep.
    I opened the attic's hatch and lowered the ladders down. Once I climbed down into the bedroom, I walked, still wearing the clothes I had on the day before, to the landing and checked the bathroom and the other two bedrooms. Everything seemed reasonably normal, apart from the blood on my bedroom carpet where I had to kill little Abbie. I didn't cry, but that scene made me very sad.
    I cleared my throat and made my way downstairs. I kept my fingers crossed that the electricity was still working and flicked the switch of my kettle and produced a smile when the red light came on.
    I went into the downstairs bathroom to brush my teeth, and saw the bath full of cold water. I was going to give it another day, drain it, then fill it up again. At least if the water stopped running today, I thought, we'd have a bath full of fresher, drinkable water.
    Thankfully, my bath was clean-ish and there was not a single hair in sight—not that the odd hair would bother anyone if they were dying of thirst. Through the kitchen blinds, I could see the sun trying to shine through and knew it was a glorious day