POV: ANGELA LEWIS

Angela Lewis had seen a bit too much for a seven year old her age.

The only daughter of her parents, she had been playing with her teddy bear alone in their living room when the foulest, scariest creature she had ever laid eyes upon broke down the door. There was no skin on the chin, and she could see the bone down to the side of its head where an ear was supposed to be.

For the first few seconds, she paused and stared at it, frightened, then it began to come for her, making some scary sound that put fear in her little heart as grey, rotting skin from its chest fell to the floor, exposing a dark hole in its torso.

She took in a deep breath, and exhausted it all on a scream that alerted her father and brought him to her.

Her flight instinct pushed her to stand on her feet and run, but the thing was bigger and faster than she was, and it grabbed her leg, pulling her up in a tight grip and closing its jaws around the part of her it held. Her scream was twice as loud and now laden with p