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pillow, it had spelled out some words. They read: ‘Say goodbye to your family. You are mine … forever!’

    Before I could make another sound, the hairs slid off my pillow like worms, crawled up onto my knees, over my nightdress, up my neck and back up into my head. I couldn’t even scream I was so terrified. All I could do was gasp for breath. I ran at full speed out of my room and into Wayne’s.
    He got a major fright when I jumped into his bed. Sitting up, he grabbed his pillow and hit me over the head with it. But then he saw my face. He used to come into my room sometimes when he was small and he had nightmares, but he hadn’t done it for years. Now he took one look at me, sighed, and made room for me to lie down next to him. He could have made fun of me, but he didn’t. I was really grateful for that.
    I hardly slept a wink the rest of that night, frightened of what my hair would do next. I was afraid that there’d be worse to come. And of course, I was right.

6
Split Ends Like You Wouldn’t Believe
    I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I suppose I must have, because I woke and found the sun shining through the window. Wayne was already up; I could hear him whistling to himself in the bathroom. I went back to my room and put on some clothes, and then went downstairs for breakfast. Mum and Dad were already up and they gave me funny looks when I walked in. Mum was wearing an old bridesmaid’s gown because I had cut up all her normal clothes. Dad was already dressed for work.
    â€˜How are you feeling?’ Mum asked, and from that sympathetic look she gave me, I knew she thought I’d gone mental.
    I shrugged. It must be hard, thinking your daughter’s a nutcase.

    She poured some cornflakes into a bowl and put them in front of me, but I wasn’t hungry.
    â€˜Do you want some toast?’ she asked.
    I shook my head.
    Dad put down his coffee cup.
    â€˜Mel,’ he began, speaking to me as if I was holding a loaded gun or something. ‘Do you wantto tell us what you were doing with your mum’s clothes last night?’
    â€˜I was sleepwalking, honestly,’ I moaned. ‘I’m really sorry, Mum. I didn’t mean it! I didn’t even know I was doing it until I woke up. I’m really, really sorry.’
    â€˜Kelly’s mum rang yesterday,’ Mum said. ‘She told me you two had a terrible fight. Kelly said you pulled her hair. Is that true? Has any of this got to do with following that girl band? You haven’t been the same since you started listening to them. I mean, going off and getting your hair done without telling me like that. I’ve a good mind to take you down to the hairdresser’s …’
    She was talking, but I wasn’t really listening. There was a bad smell coming from somewhere. Carefully, I sniffed the cornflakes, but it wasn’t them. I wrinkled my nose and looked around. At first Mum thought I was pulling faces at her, but then she smelled it too.
    â€˜Is that the drains?’ Dad asked.
    â€˜No, I don’t think so.’ Mum shook her head. ‘It smells more like rotting meat.’

    She was right. It was like the stink of a bin that has been sitting around for too long. I walked around the kitchen, smelling the cupboards, but the odour seemed to be coming from everywhere. Mum checked the fridge, but there was nothing there that could be causing it. I went into the hallway and climbed the stairs; the smell wasupstairs too.
    Wayne came out of his room and staggered back, covering his nose.
    â€˜You stink!’ he cried.
    â€˜It’s not me!’ I snapped. But then I realized why I could smell it everywhere. It was me. I took a lock of my hair and sniffed it. It nearly made me sick. I started crying. This just wasn’t fair.
    I was on my way to take a bath when I heard Mum screaming and Dad shouting. Wayne ran to the top of the stairs and I hurried to his side, but he made a face and pushed