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- Andy J Campbell: VIBRATION
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- She's a student. He's not sure how he knows this because she looks
- quite grown up but she's definitely a student and she's sitting cross-
- legged in a small, brightly-lit room eating a salad sandwich, and he's
- watching her from somewhere on the ceiling. She sometimes turns and
- looks up and stares at him but she never attempts to communicate; he
- feels like a picture on the wall that keeps drawing her attention.
- She's looking towards him right now with a piece of lettuce hanging
- out of the corner of her mouth and he's smiling. He thinks she's nice;
- she feels warm and friendly and... Somehow familiar.
- There is a large, silver washing machine not far from the girl's
- chair. It's making a lot of noise and spinning very quickly and some-
- times, when it really whines and rattles, the girl glances at it, or
- stands up to examine it. She never kicks or punches it or gets cross,
- but she very often looks worried, and when this happens he feels
- frustrated that he cannot assist her; he wishes he was down there on
- the ground in human-form, rather than stuck here on the roof like a
- smoke-alarm.
- The machine has begun to wail again and the girl is up and out of
- her chair, chewing her food lazily as she attempts to locate the fault.
- Every time she gets to her feet, the noise seems to become louder,
- more urgent, as if the machine is angry or desirous.
- He feels unsettled now; the girl doesn't seem to want to sit down
- anymore. She is repeatedly pacing around the machine and looking over
- her shoulder and glancing without appetite at the remaining crust of
- her sandwich. He wishes he could whisper words of comfort to her, but
- he can't because his tongue is too big.
- The furious washing machine begins to screech like a car out of
- control. The girl drops the last bit of her sandwich and steps on it
- and puts her fingers into her mouth and starts to chew. The machine
- is wobbling and banging as if it might explode, faster, harder,
- vibrating on the floor so much now he can actually feel the shockwaves.
- Enraged, he tries to move, but it hurts, tremendously. He attempts to
- shout but the only thing he hears is the thunderous racket and the
- uncontrollable sobs of the distraught girl. He senses that it would
- be unwise for him to attempt to move around; he must stay still or
- something terrible will happen to him.
- The circular door of the machine springs open and water and clothes
- a lot of blood splashes out onto the floor, forming a kind of rainbow-
- coloured swamp. The girl screams and jerks and covers her eyes.
- Releaved, perhaps, the machine begins to wind down, gradually losing
- its power, rhythm and noise.
- Now, there is only a soft, delicate whimpering. The girl is standing
- beside the pile of regurgitated clothes, covered in goosepimples. She
- can see horrible things in the blood: clumps of hair and tiny, severed
- fingers and toes. Slowly, she turns around and points up at him, her
- once innocent face now stained with black hatred.
- "You!" she growls, staggering closer. "You! You put him inside!"
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- He woke up with a sore throat and a headache and his arms hanging
- around in the air, like an astronaught who'd forgotten to strap himself
- down. For a while he lay there, trying to recall the events of the
- lucid dream he'd experienced only moments ago, before dropping his
- arms, slipping out of bed and leaping downstairs.
- His girlfriend was in the kitchen, cuddled up in the corner beside
- the washing machine with her head between her knees. Startled, he
- tiptoed barefoot across the lino.
- "Oi, hey, what's the matter? What's wrong?"
- "Nothing," she sniffled, touching his arm briefly as he crouched
- beside her. "It's nothing."
- "It doesn't look like nothing from here. Hey, come on, tell me. No
- more dark secrets, remember?"
- "It's just another bad memory, that's all. About Mum, of course." she
- sniffed up and her nose crackled. "She... She once put... One of my
- pets into the washing machine... Killed it. It's nothing. It's so long
- ago, I don't know why I got so upset."
- "She's dead now," he hissed, squeezing her tightly. "She's gone, you
- don't have to think about the evil bitch anymore. Try and think about
- the good things. Think about /us/."
- "But she's only been dead a few days, I can't just switch off and
- forget-"
- "I know, I'm sorry... You're right, I'm so sorry."
- `She's lying,' he thought, despite his concern. He wasn't quite sure
- how he knew, but yes... Yes. She was definitely lying about the pet.
- And as his girlfriend cried into his dressing gown, he looked up at
- the corner of the room and saw a spider's web with a fly caught in the
- middle of it - wrapped up, struggling, and about to be consumed.
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