Paranormality
an excerpt

It was the alarm clock that did it. It was so dead, cemented by the low groan that issued from beneath the crumpled sheets and messy throw pillows scattered around its base. The alarm kept going unchecked, its fervent and rather fanatical beeping announcing to the world that it was time to get up. A mere seconds before an arm came sailing out and slammed the snooze button forcefully it shut up, realising the danger it was in. The unseen blob of person rolled over and feel back to sleep, light snoring coming from under the purple and white covers as if the past few minutes hadn’t happened. When the alarm started up again ten minutes later, the blob didn’t respond. As it wailed, the sound of the garbage trucks outside added its caterwauling to the symphony of horrid noises along with the local cats fighting over a scrap of dead chicken or maybe pigeon and the neighbours fighting like usual.