The shine went off the new house the moment the first drop of blood hit the floor. It seeped through the carpet and into the foundation, waking something lurking below.
The house craved more, so it created problems with the heating, the electrical, and anything else that required more people to enter. Blood and sweat drops mingled and allowed for the growth of teeth within the walls.
By the time a plumber had an arm ripped off at the elbow by a gaping mouth under the sink, it was too late to fix. The thing from below finally broke free.
Michael jumped off Fiddler’s Point at full speed, arms spread wide as though ready to take flight. He reached up and pinched his nose just before plummeting below the surface of Grant Lake.
His momentum carried him deep, and as he prepared to kick his way to the surface, he felt his foot snag on something metallic. Looking through the murky water, his foot wedged between a door and a brass handle.
Trying to kick free, the door swung slowly open, revealing dry land and orange sky beyond. Robed figures stepped into frame and beckoned him into their mysterious world.
Emma couldn’t remember exactly when she wanted to become a crime scene investigator, but it became her sole focus from a very early age.
She loved to look for clues in crime scenes, but more than that, she loved the stains. When a body had been rotting for a while, it left a shadow on the floor that sent a ripple of excitement though her body.
Emma snapped pics of the shadows for her own personal collection and pleasured herself to them in the comfort of her own home. She imagined them whole and full of life and inside her.
The changes were subtle to the point that no one really noticed until it was too late. Over the course of months, the moon went from blinding white to a sickly yellow.
Scientists blamed atmospheric conditions, stating that what the residents of Earth were seeing was explainable. When the appearance of eyes and fangs showed up on the surface, panic set in.
As the moon drew closer, a mouth opened, showing even more teeth and an appetite for destruction. By the time the thing spoke, the planet was already in the throes of death. A single bite took us out.