Now, three years later, taller, older, more threatening, they were standing over the charred remains of his mother's body. The boy, maybe six, clutched the older sister's hand.Ī repugnant smell of burning flesh had filled the room, then they had suddenly turned to face each other and, embracing like midget lovers, had started to writhe and twitch violently, their skin palpitating, the rhythm of the spasms increasing rapidly till they had reached a climax, become transparent skeletal shapes, and faded together. They were both naked, their hair was white, their eyes a strangely penetrating grey and their skin translucent, an opacity which hinted at ashen bones within. They appeared in the far corner of his room as he was undressing to go to bed. Paul first saw the two children on his nineteenth birthday.
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