I was studying in my pink and white room when I heard three knocks on our cracky wooden door, my mom had told me she would fix it but she always forgets, I stood up and wobbled to the door and opened and what I saw next made me stand up in happiness.

What was standing in front of me was... Grandma!?!?!

"Hiiiiiii" I said happily as I hugged my grandma, I could smell her old fashoined "CK" perfume. "I missed you so much my grandma said as she added my mum into the hug. When my grandma finished hugging and kissing me and my mom I bolted into my room and closed all the books I had began and went put to play with my grandma. Everything was smooth until...

"ahh!"

grandma had gotten up to get her bag off the bench when she suddenly tripped, she fell forward into the cabinet then back towards the floor. mum rushed towards her calling me while checking her pulse.

"there's nothing, CALL 111 (911)"

I picked up mum's phone from the table and tapped those three numbers panicked. I couldn't remember much from that moment only that they sent an ambulance over and asked question's or told us what to do. at some point mum told me to go to my room, I'm not exactly sure why by it looked like grandma was bleeding from the mouth. I could hear the ambulance by my window, the door opening, and footsteps rushing around.

I ran to my grandmother and shook her as hard as I could while I violently screamed at the operator on the phone. I could hear gurgling and bubbling in my grandmother's throat. I pinned the device between my shoulder and jaw to use as much power as I could to drag and prop my grandmother up the wall with the help of my mother. It didn't help, as my dear grandmother sporadically belched blood on my face and torso, with a terrible dose shooting right into my mouth. As best I could with my teary-filled eyes I spat out as much as I could between words to the cell.

Out of pure detestment, no sooner than I could fully hurl out my vomit when my mother screeched, shuffled backwards on the floor away from my grandmother, bumping into an old dresser, the force causing the dusty long and ancient metronome atop to activate, tick tick tick tick.

My mother screeched as she pointed to my grandmother, tick tick tick tick. When the blood in her mouth reformed from unpredictable belching, gurgling, and bubbling into a slow crawling motion, tick tick tick. The bright red that stained on her dress greatly contrasted with the dark substance that overtook, tick tick tick, slowly mixing with a crimson that caused my chest to grow heavy, tick tick tick and the shouting over the phone to become incoherent. A flowering, and eventually spiraling sequence of lanky and long arms cascaded upward and out of my grandmother's mouth, tick tick. The arms almost distracted me from the fact that my grandmother was looking at me, crying a waterfall.

My mother weeped, and it seemed that my grandmother's flesh was being used to create a bigger mass of arms, turning her inside out, but--