Ding-dong!
Arthur leapt from the dinner table, eager to answer the call of the doorbell. Arthur's mother tried to stop his recklessness, but the naive boy did not listen. He flung the front door wide open to greet whomever was on the other side.
The tall creature, its gender hard to say, and its species a sort of primate Arthur had never seen, looked straight ahead. "Hello," it said in a shaky, soft voice.
"I'm Arthur Read!" Arthur cheered. "Come in, come in!"
"I'm looking for my son," the creature shivered. "He was passing through this city on his way to Chicago. He hasn't called in three days."
"We have a lot of fun here!" Arthur smiled. D.W. skipped behind him in silent agreement. Menstrual blood began to stain her stockings. Fearing sickness, she hid herself under the couch.
The creature continued, undaunted. "All of the other houses on this street were unlit and empty. Why?"
"A lot of people are leaving," Arthur said. From his pocket he brandished a mohel knife and began stripping naked.
"I don't know who or what you are, but please," the creature pleaded, "Help me find my son."
Arthur turned the mohel knife on his own genitalia and began cutting. "Why?"
Tears began trickling down the creature's face. "Dear God, he looked so excited when he left. He finally looked happy. He was finally starting testosterone. I bought him a suit. I bought him a fucking suit, I want to give it to him, I NEED to give it to him. Help me. Please help me."
"I don't understand what you mean," Arthur sighed. "I want to orgasm to the thought of whatever you're talking about." He then collapsed in traumatic syncope.
The creature backed away from the door as it slammed shut. The creature clutched its rosary necklace tightly, then kissed it. The creature began whispering to itself. "Out and out and out and out my child is crying while Asmodeus prods the testes with stakes of pyrite and broken minds."
Arthur never woke up.