#041 Home Invasion

It was 1 am when Aaron woke up to a strange noise. Ever since his daughter Ashley had moved out, he lived alone. With a soft grumble, he grabbed his shotgun and walked downstairs to investigate; any intruder looting his home would pay for it.

“Show yourself!” Aaron demanded. Then he noticed a wisp of blonde hair and lowered his gun.

“Ashley, what are you doing here?”

But Ashley didn’t answer.

Her blue -now black- eyes were reflective and her body was bent in uncomfortable angles, bones protruding out of thinly stretched skin. Its smile stretched unnaturally wide.

“Hiiii Daddyyyy.”