Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

How awkward it was to be on such a flight. 

It was amazing that when they landed, everyone\'s eyes opened at the same time, following which they also stood at the same time with perfect synchronicity. 

They had no luggage or baggies on the plane so it was an easy checkout process for the group. Saving the airport, the group didn\'t take any taxis or cabs and slowly walked into the dark surroundings before vanishing from the airport\'s sight.

Dorian opened his 3rd eye and didn\'t need a map to know exactly where they should be headed. 

In the very far distance, there was a thick aura of purple mist circulating about the unfortunate town. 

Looking at the mist that was constantly changing, Doriam\'s face turned grim. 

"Something has changed. Let\'s go."

Swish! 

In a flash, the group punched forward, moving faster than vehicles and rushing to the little farm town several miles ahead. 

Dorian\'s main target was the corn maize because the 2nd portal/gateway was located on it.

There should be a gateway protector and keeper always guarding the place. 

From the official reports of elders getting missing and returning, Dorian did have a couple of hunches on what creatures they might be facing off against. 

Only after meeting the true guardian would he be 100% sure of what it was. 

Still... despite his guessing, all the creatures he had in mind were not the sort to attack all at once.

However, tonight something seems off. 

"We have to hurry up."

~Swish!

They vanished like a burst bubble. And in the meantime, many children in the town were now facing their fates with their parents in deep slumber with some knowing their end was near. 

Who can tell them what\'s going on? Who can stop this madness from happening? 

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Ross felt his body electrocute the moment he heard the door slowly unlock itself, though he recalled Davon locking it from the inside. 

He thought he was the only one awake, but soon felt a hard squeeze on his thighs. 

Yes! Davon also woke from the creepy sound, but Mom was still sleeping and snoring with their blue covers over her eyes. 

The duo didn\'t need to say anything, as their hands slowly reached for the weapons nearby.

~Din... Din... Din...

The grandfather\'s footsteps could make the dead wish they died again. 

They meant it when they said it was hard to describe. Yet it was the most terrifying thing they have ever heard. 

Up and down their chest rose, as they slowly fluttered their lashes, trying to take a peek at the enemy. 

The old man casually walked in and stopped by their mother\'s side, opening his mouth and letting his thick saliva drip down his mouth.

Dear God of science! What did this bastard want to do? The old man\'s eyes widened, and his cheeks raised high like a clown\'s. 

But what shook them the most was his shoulders that left jiggling up and down, as though amused by it all. 

Wearing a strange heavy cloak, Davon felt his Grandfather almost look like a creepy shadowy figure that was floating in the air. 

But how can that be? 

Davon felt a little ridiculous, knowing there were no such things as monsters. 

No. What they were facing was a deranged old man with psychotic tendencies. 

That was how he thought until he saw something move in his grandfather\'s face. 

Was that a worm? 

The long worm wiggled and protruded itself against the flesh of the old man\'s cheeks. 

It swam up and even moved around his eyes, before vanishing as though it was all an illusion. 

Davon was dumbfounded.

What was going on here? Aren\'t worms supposed to only target corpses after being buried?

How can there be a living worm of that humongous size swimming in his grandfather\'s face?

Tapeworm? Or some strange species of worm they knew nothing about? 

Davon might be confused but Ross wasn\'t. 

When he saw the worm, he once again confirmed this \'grandfather\' wasn\'t his but a monster in disguise. 

Davon felt reality was already too hard for them to swallow. But what happened next almost left him fainting in a deep coma. 

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After opening its mouth for what seemed like an eternity, their grandfather began his laugh marathon, laughing until his shoulders cracked and rose higher than his head.

No matter how slow Davon was, he knew it wasn\'t natural, but had no time to comment as his grandfather changed more and more into something he didn\'t recognize.

Bahahhahahhahahahhaha~

His grandfather began a low laughing chuckle, slowly increasing the volume and deepness of his voice the longer he laughed. 

Wait! Do you hear that? 

Both bodies wished the nightmare would end as the many shadows in their rooms began dancing on the walls and floors along with the heavy laughter.

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!I think you should take a look at

I believe in the God of Science. 

I believe in the God of Science.

I said I f**king believe in the God of Science!

So can their imaginations stop getting a hold of them now? 

Davon wished he was blind and deaf at the same time, seeing the many changes in the room.

He felt the end was slowly being moved by something strange.

He knew it wasn\'t the old man pulling the bed away. So who? And where were they taking them?

The Who and where parts were the most terrifying matters of all. But did he have a choice? 

The duo could only lay back in test, as they watched their bed suddenly develop character, as it twirled and moved with them on it, opening their parent\'s balcony door and jumping out of the building without warming.

F***!

A kidnap? Are they honestly being kidnapped by their own bed? 

There were times when the bed stood vertically. They should\'ve been holding onto its rails as though hanging onto the side of cliffs.

Yet, they were pinned in position as if the laws of physics no longer applied.

Sweet mother of Pearl!

Both children began braver, seeing as their creepy grandfather no longer followed them.

Turning on their bellies, they peered forward like Snippers on the ground looking at faraway targets. 

"Ross! What the f*** did we just see?" (\'0\')

Ross shook his head bitterly, finally confessing what Greg, himself and the others truly saw before.

Davon placed a hand on his chest, wondering if this was still their original world or not.

So... so... that thing wasn\'t Grandpa but a gruesome monster in disguise?

Then what happened to Grandpa?

Wait. Ross said he was sure that thing was wearing Grandpa\'s skin. Meaning their grandfather was indeed dead.

"All the missing Grandparents who returned are monsters, right?"

Ross nodded heavily. "Then we are fighting with a large group. With the little vinegar gathered, how can we defeat them all?"

Dammit! 

Davon wished he knew sooner so he could have cleared the entire kitchen for this. Do you know how much vinegar farmers have? 

You would be amazed how much stockpile was in the storage shed. 

Had he known, he might have taken more in the large water gun his dad made for himself when he was just a little kid.

Ross also said that whenever these monsters laugh, the fake skin would twist revealing what truly lay underneath. 

This must be why every time Grandpa laughed he would only show them his back, never his face.

But why are the monsters wearing their grandparents always laughing? Was it their way of communicating?

Such questions only flashed through Davon\'s mind for a brief second, as he was still blown away by the many unnatural things happening around him.

Fear, uncertainty, doubt and lack of hope made him feel they might be fighting something no one in the human race would win against.

These things even killed Timmy and many others right under their noses. 

So was it truly their time to die now?

No way! No matter how scared they were, they must fight to survive.

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~Crash! 

 Beds jumped out from their neighbor\'s homes, creepily following behind them too.

"Sarah!"

"Davon, what is going on here?" The neighbor girl Sarah, who had teary eyes, didn\'t let a single one drop. 

"You damn kids! Can\'t you see I\'m trying to get some rest here?"

Amelie was about to curse more when she saw the strange scene before her.

Hello? Why were there beds moving on their outside?

Alas... she must be dreaming. Thinking like this, she closed her eyes and prepared to go back to bed.

"Mom!"

Eh? Not a dream?

(▪×▪)

Amelia had no choice but to open her eyes again in a daze.

"Start talking. Does this have anything to do with you both?"

"..."

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~Crash! Crash! Crash!

More And more beds jumped out from the neighborhood, taking their captives to the place Ross and the others were familiar with. Along the way, they also saw Gregory and Helga.

And where were they headed? Of course to the maze!