Dripping rain bleeds from the endless black sky, A lone, little child hugs her knees and cries. But down in the yard where the weeds overflow lies a fate much worse that no mortal should know. It slinks towards the porch and sheds flesh on the wood leaving a stench that only death could. Inside the house, her mom panics and paces surrounded by photos with scratched off faces. It’s clear to her that her little girl knows. Still at the front door it slips under and grows.

Black chunks of meat stand up and take shape, Clutch at the armchair and tear down the drape. The clatter sends Mother rushing to see. Her final view is him. But it can’t be? He died months ago, laid to rest in the yard. The digging was secret and painfully hard. Yet there he stands, her rotten old love. Their daughter’s cries meekly drifting above.

A snap of the neck and a crunch of the bone orphans the daughter, afraid and alone. It bends over the corpse, absorbing the life. What was once a father now feeds on the wife. Birthed from revenge, the demon gains form. It’s skin lightens up and starts to grow warm. The eyes turn from black holes to blue and its hair gives off a golden hue. Already the hunger grows once more. It climbs the stairs and grabs the locked door.