He could smell it; the unmistakable scent of living human flesh and he sensed an opportunity to feast on something warm, rich and satisfying.

He lumbered down a road that was somehow vaguely familiar, the street lights in the darkness casting eerie shadows but he did not notice – he was unaware of the environment.

A movement in a room, the hurried extinguishing of a light inside, he became aware that the smell emanated from within so he followed his instinct to the house; glass doors were no obstacle and he easily found his way inside.

The smell was stronger now and he followed it up the stairs; somehow he knew where he needed to go.

A scream, “No Daddy!”, then eerie silence before the satiation.


Lillie McFerrin