What was that noise?He sat up in bed. In the dark, he could just make out Eugene trying to open the bedroom door.“Eugene?” whispered Bertie.Eugene didn’t answer. Finally he got the door open and vanished into the darkness. Bertie stared after him. If Eugene needed the toilet why didn’t he turn on the landing light? Bertie crept out on to the landing. CREAK! CREAK!Eugene was heading downstairs.“Hey, Eugene!” hissed Bertie. “Where are you going?”Eugene didn’t reply. He carried on plodding downstairs as if he was in a dream. Bertie followed him down to the kitchen and found him standing in the dark. He seemed to have forgotten why he was there. “Eugene? You’re giving me the creeps,” said Bertie.Eugene turned and looked right through him as if he wasn’t there.Suddenly the ghastly truth dawned on Bertie. The dead eyes, the silence, the gormless expression – it all made sense… Eugene had turned into a ZOMBIE! Bertie backed away.
