*Continues straight onwards from previous part*

That was my first encounter. Not the most deadly, but definiatley the scariest. Nightmares have haunted me ever since that night. It explains why I look like a zombie.

I lean back on my chair, massaging my temples. I'm tense and I can feel him in the air. He changes, sometimes he looks more ghost like, sometimes a zombie, or maybe even a grim reaper look alike. His machine changes too; deadly factory type, poison, guns and knives. It changes and  have managed to survive each encounter.

Thunder cracked in the sky. It was cold, dark and eerie. My Mum had gone for a `girls night` and my elder sister had not yet arrived to look after me.

With a sense of unease, I stood up and left my room. The lights suddenly cut out, and I was standing in darkness, waiting for the lights to turn on again. Powercuts were common in this part of town, but I still felt nervous. With only the moonlight to guide me via our sky light, I staggered downstairs. I knew their was a torch somewhere. I thumbled about - keys, crayons, half eaten biscuits and Bingo! A couple of torches, some matches and lots of little candles.

I sat down on the chair and lit the candles. It was kinda cozy in a weird way. I looked around and something scuffed against my feet. I looked down and picked up my scrapbook. Instantly, my heart flutterd and tears welled in my ears. I flicked to the back and stared at the tearstained page.

A collage of all my dead friends. Sasha, Ellie, Annna, Megan, Abbie and Rosie... Articles about their death, pictures, their graves...

I looked up into the mirror and saw him. His empty, black ideas, the sly curved grin, the white decomposing skin stained with blood...it was there.

The mirror then shattered. The spiked shards dug into my skin. Pain surged through my body like poison. My lungs closed up in fear and my breath was shallow. The taste of blood hung in my mouth. I twirled around to see the apperance of  the Machine Monster.

He looked very human like. Despite jis sickening skin he looked like a normal human being.

I have to admit, it shirt was nice. It was blue and white  with checks and a straight collar. the shirt fluttered from the blast of his machine. His short was long and straight, with a certain messiness to it...he looked like someone who had just walked of a beach.

But that shirt...it was so familier...who had I seen wearing it?

"Oh!" I screamed in realisation.

But thr machine man's rusty, raspy yet cold voice merely replied

"Your parents are dead."