It had been one week since Jeff died but so much had changed. Being his best friend, I was the only one allowed into his room. But it was so different. Black curtains fringed in lace covered the windows. Flickering lights danced along the walls, but I didn’t know where they were coming from. His sheets were freshly washed for some reason but the strangest part of the room were the eggs. They sat atop a pedestal in the middle of the room, whispering. “Come, join us.”
The voices sounded so welcoming… I walked up to the pedestal smiling. I was going home.
I like this story, I also want to find out what her home is. Did she become an egg? Did Jeff become an egg? You could make a very great story out of this!
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