The sun was unusually strong as it streamed across Michael's face, waking him gently. There was a surreal stillness filling the room as Michael lay still, trying to work out which day it was. It felt as if he had only just lain down, but the room was hot and stuffy with the bright warmth of the sun. It was quiet and the mirror opposite him was reflecting the light into his eyes. He squinted, looking at the image of the door behind him. Something was moving, but he couldn't see what. He sat up, his stomach strangely tight, and his breathing cautious. Michael felt the warmth leave his back. Shadows crept into the room as the sun hid behind the clouds that now filled the sky. Michael turned back to the mirror, and saw the blurred outline of his mother in the doorway. Smiling with relief, he turned around – and stared.
毒射的陽光從邁克爾臉上掃過，將他從睡夢中慢慢喚醒，房間里靜得出奇，他靜靜的躺在床上，努力想搞清楚今天是哪一天。他感覺就好像是自己剛剛躺下不久，房間里很熱，屋子里充斥著陽光帶來的明亮與熱量。一切都靜悄悄的，他對面的鏡子反射著陽光刺射著他的眼睛，他斜視了一下，從鏡子中看到了自己身后的門。有什么在動，但他看不清。邁克爾坐了起來，奇怪的是肚子突然糾痛起來，他小心的吸著氣，感覺到暖氣從自己的后背開始消失，這時天空布滿了烏云，太陽被云層遮蓋，陰影慢慢滲進了屋內。他又轉向了鏡子，看到媽媽模糊的身影就站在門口，他釋然地笑了，轉過身來，盯著門口。

Empty sockets stared back, devoid of anything but filmy membranes across distant juicing flesh. Long, skeletal bones reached out, the remains of muscles clinging to the forearm. Skin covered her shoulders and legs, peeling off in random layers around her joints, and veins stretched over the mottled, translucent skin of her face as the bloody stump of her mouth spread into a smile. "Hello, darling."
但是門口空空如也，什么也沒有，但是在遠處卻看到一個榨干的人身，被一層朦朧的薄膜隔著，一具個頭高挑的骷髏從里面鉆了出來，小臂上殘掛著縷縷肌肉，在骷髏的肩膀和腿上還殘蓋著皮，關節處的皮膚在不規則地剝落著，透過她那張斑駁怪異且透明的臉皮，條條血管清晰可見，這時她張開了血跡斑斑、殘缺不齊的嘴巴，她笑了：“親愛的，你好嗎?”

Michael watched, frozen in horror. A bony white hand reached out, the nails ripped off revealing the tattered tissue beneath. The fingers stroked down his cheek, leaving a stripe of bloody mucus. He looked up, his eyes connecting with the empty pits of what was his mother's gaze. His stomach lurched; he fell out of bed, scrambling madly across the room. He did not try to understand, or to make it right. This was not his mother. This was not his life. Michael launched himself at the window, his mother's fingers scraping his neck. He grabbed randomly behind him; as the glass shattered around him, his hand caught a grip on bloody, matted hair. It ripped away from her as he flailed through the air.
邁克爾注視著，他被驚呆了，就在這時，一只瘦骨嶙峋、顏色蒼白的手突然伸了過來，這只手的指甲蓋全都給撕掉了，被扯爛的指尖露在外面，重重打在邁克爾的臉頰上，留下一道道的血跡，他的腹部接勢突然一斜，整個人從床上掉了下來，接著他便在房間里發瘋般地到處亂爬，他不想搞清楚這是怎么回事，也不想正視所發生的這一切，這絕不是他媽媽，他的生命不應如此結束，于是他從窗戶跳了出去，而就在往外跳的一剎那間，他“媽媽”的手指一下子就碰到邁克爾的脖子，抓住了他，只見邁克爾在身后瘋狂的亂抓亂撓，周圍的玻璃全碎了，他的手上滿是鮮血，抓到了一縷血跡斑斑、暗淡無光的頭發，在被拋到空中的一瞬間邁克爾從骷髏頭上扯下了這縷頭發，攥在手心。

He smashed onto the concrete driveway.
他重重地摔到了水泥的車道上。

Michael's mother slammed the brakes as the body of her son landed in front of her. She leapt from the car and fell to her knees by him, sobbing in shock and confusion. There was no need to look for a pulse. She collapsed over him and cried until neighbors dragged her back from the scene of flashing fluorescent lights.
邁克爾的尸體不偏不倚正好落在他媽媽的車前，這位可憐的媽媽將車馬上停了下來，跳下車，跪在邁克爾的身邊，抽搐地哭了起來，她被震驚了，腦海一片混亂。而邁克爾是必死無疑了，他媽媽伏在他的尸體上哭泣著，她已經完全崩潰了，最后，鄰居們拖著她離開了這個警燈晃閃的現場。

The police prepared to leave the grisly scene in less than an hour, but the Chief Inspector stood silent on the driveway. He looked from the body bag being loaded effortlessly into the ambulance to the fragmented window above him, then to the crimson hair he now held in his hand.
而警察們也準備在一個小時內抓緊離開這個令人恐怖的地方，但是主任巡官長卻靜靜地站在車道上，他注意到裹尸袋被毫不費力地抬上了救護車，抬頭看了看破碎的窗戶，然后又低頭端詳了一下他手中的那縷血紅頭發，現在骷髏的頭發攥在他的手中。

Michael was the fifth to die that month.
邁克爾已經是這個月第五個喪命的家伙了。

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