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One day, after a very decent night's sleep, I woke up with the strangest hunger for human brains. After wondering intensely about how the odd thought had ever entered my head, I disregarded it, turned over in my bed, and went to sleep for another ten minutes. Of course, this didn't bode too well with my mother, who yelled up the stairs that it was about time that I got up, because I had to get ready for school. And so I dragged myself out of bed. It was so comfortable, and I was beginning to wonder if last night was the best and most refreshing sleep I'd ever had. In fact, I felt a bit like I wanted even more of it, even though most of the

It was just a joke between friends. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. And now it’s a lot more serious than a joke; as I see the blood poor out onto the floor, I realise this with horrifying clarity. Everything had gone too far. I wasn’t some mastermind out to cripple the country! I simply had an amusing idea, an idea that I thought might be funny to share with a close friend, and then suddenly... Suddenly everyone thought I was the ringleader, the person who birthed to the world a terror previously unheard of. Suddenly a man was lying dead on my floor, blood seeping from a wound I’d inflicted by my own ha