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It was night like any other, a cool breeze swiftly floated through the dark room. The sun had just set and Noah had just gotten ready to go to sleep. His father, Jeremiah, was an artist, not a very good one, but to Noah he was the greatest in the whole world. His mother, well Noah never knew his mother but his father often spoke of her, she sounded amazing. Noah dreamt of his mother every night, but tonight he didn't dream of his mother. In his dream he saw a concrete sky which seemed almost impossibly high, and in the distance on this flat hellscape was a spec. He tried to move towards it but found himself stuck, looking down he saw his feet embedded into the ground, after looking up the spec seemed not so much like a spec now, more like a small raisin. Panicked, Noah awoke, brushing aside this dream he went back to sleep.
The following morning Noah got up, got showered, brushed his teeth and got dressed. He went downstairs to greet his father, although something was off about him. He seemed, tired yet in his eyes was wonder and glee. Noah asked his father what had happened, in an excited tone, one which Noah had never heard his father said before, he exclaimed he did it, he finally created something brilliant which could give his name renown across the globe. Jeremiah had been working tirelessly all night in his studio under the house, what he was making was unknown to Noah, he wasn't allowed in the studio and his father refused to say anything more about his "master piece".
After days of sleepless work his father slaved away at his work all the while Noah's dream of the spec in the distance came to haunt him. Every night he was there, in a place with a concrete sky and his feet embedded in the ground except, every night the spec got close, and close, until it was no longer a spec. On the 6th day of this recurring nightmare he could finally make out a shape of this demon. It was tall, round at the tip with what seemed to be two stubby poles coming out of its deformed torso.
In one instant it was around 500 metres away, and within a blink of an eye it was inches away from Noah. A sudden blur and the scraping of rock and metal and before even opening its eyes a concrete beast stood before him, baring down on him.
He awoke with a start, sweating furiously. He looked around his empty, dark room. Downstairs he heard muffle chatter and the spray and clanging of metal. Wanting to be consoled by his father he went down the stairs. The night sky seemed black, not black as in the colour but as if all life in the universe had been sucked out and the only thing remaining was emptiness.
It was then he heard it.
Crunch.
The muffled chatter stopped, the clanging of metal stopped, everything.
Stopped.
No sound, no breeze through the window, no nothing.
At the front of fathers studio, Noah stood their, fear building up in his chest, about to explode with screams of fright. He slowly opened the door, down the stairs a faint orange glowing stuck to the wall and stairs. Creeping down the stairs he could feel his heart beating, getting stronger and stronger.
He wished to go back upstairs, to return to the nightmare he didn't want to go down these stairs but his body was not his own.
Turning the corner, on the floor, sprawled like a toy thrown out of the cotton. His father's body. Blood trickled down him. Noah, had so many emotions pass through he felt like he was going to vomit.
That is when he realised what was lurking in the corner. A concrete beast, a monster, a demon, his father's master piece.
A statue.
In the blink of an eye, everything ceased.
It’s true what I’ve said, I’m full of dread
And things that go crunch in the night
Will give you a very big fright
