The girl beside him was still screaming, clutching bed clothes to her.

"The only thing is that my leisure clothes are bed clothes."

Blood spread out on the bed clothes below them.

When he failed to answer she got up and rearranged the bed clothes to cover him.

Jesus, the air was full of bed clothes an' chickens an' kids.

The groans continued, and presently he gave another look from under the bed clothes.

Later it was noticed that a hole had been burned in the bed clothes by the liquid.

What's more, there was not even an indentation in the bed clothes to show that he had ever been there.

The girl turned away, her face pressed against the bed clothes.

The sight of the bloodstained bed clothes almost made her ill.