The twisted creature’s back rises and falls in time with its breathing, it stares at the bloody mass in its arms that used to be a dog. Behind him, the man stares in horror, desperately fumbling with the shotgun shell to load it without alerting the creature. As the gun clicks into place, the breathing stops, and a deep, sonorous voice reverberates through the dark basement.

“Forgive me Father, I think I’ve sinned.”