‘4:36am - the hour’

TW-gore, profanity. 18+

Repeat after me, children. How to count to three.

The cassette player said, playing numbers even when no one touched it. As it recorded, downstairs in the kitchen inside Peppa’s house, Daddy pig was being eaten alive, by none other than Peppa herself. Blood stained her massively sharp teeth, she sniffed with her snout, someone else was near. As blood trickled down the kitchen tiles, Peppa stood and crawled across the house - looking for her next meal.

Mummy pig hid behind the door frame, trying to get George to get out from under his bed to escape, but George was too afraid and crying quietly. His toy dinosaur was scattered across the room, something he also knew he’d have to leave behind. Time was running out, just three seconds before Peppa smelled them. Two seconds before her arrival, one second before bloodshed.

Escape now.