I watched wide-eyed as I noticed a mist that was rising from the floor at the side of the young 'uns bed. They were now completely silent. The mist rose up, swirling around changing in both shape and colour. All of a sudden, it looked as though it had been sucked into shape. There facing us, clear as day was a green man. He stood stock still, as though he was intent on staring out of the window. He was old, thin, bald and wrinkled. His arms were really thin and the creased round-necked shirt he wore seemed to hang-off him, as did the wrinkled trousers he wore. They were kept in place by a belt pulled so tight, it wrinkled the material. I couldn't tell you what colour his clothes were because everything looked a pale slimy green colour, nor anything of his footwear because those were hidden by the bed beside us. I could see every minute detail about him in that moment, I think I could have counted the hairs of his scruffy whiskers, given long enough.


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