Chapter II: Seven Years After

Stanford never did move on from his grandparent's death. He had devoted his life to tracking down the thing that killed the ones his held dear. Neglecting all other things. He had fallen out of contact with his friends, barely went out, and ate very little. He was a shell of who he once was. 

He still lived in the house his grandparents died in. Whatever killed them was nearby. He could feel it. Unfortunately, he had received no luck whatsoever. Seven years had passed, and he had never once caught a glimpse of something odd. But he was ready. 

 Until one night.

Stanford was sitting in the living room, lost in thought. The house had felt empty ever since his grandparents died. The lamp no longer felt so comforting. It's dim glow not enough to restore hope in his soul. The rug had gotten torn over time. The once vibrant flowers now unrecognisable. The table's wood had begun to rot. The house, like Stanford, was a mere shell of what it once was. Then Stanford thought about something. How did his Grandma know about the demon? His eyes drifted to the books on the shelf. He had never once opened them. Perhaps they held the answer? He flipped through the pages, skimming and scanning, until something caught Stanford's eye. A page about a demon. 

"The Damned Wanderer".

The book talked didn't say much, but it told Stanford all he needed to know. It talked about how it dismembers and mutilates people. Just like what happened to his granddad. It attacks the Foster families of orphans, and the orphans themselves. Stanford was an orphan. And how it only attacked every 7 years. His grandparent's death was exactly 7 years ago. Stanford's eyes widened. It was coming for him. As Stanford slowly looked up from the book, his heart pounding and his mind riddled with dread, he saw a figure. It stood, it's body white as the marble counters in the kitchen. It stood at what looked to be around 12ft tall, likely taller. It had no hands nor feet. Just spikes. The end of its arms stained red with blood. Its torso was so skinny you could make out it's ribs. It bore no mouth, just round, crimson eyes. It had no other facial features. This was the thing that killed his grandparents.

And it was back to finish the job.