It was a warm yet chilly September day. The last day, to be exact. Some of the trees in the tri-state area were losing their touch of green color. The nights have been getting colder and colder leading up to this day. There would be a mist every once and awhile that dropped down on the streets. The citizens would say this was quite unusual because this has never happened before. Was there something behind this strange phenomenon? Or was this just Mother Nature doing one of her magic tricks? They have been getting a lot of rain, however, and since the nights are getting colder, they seemed fine about it. This continued until one night the mist cleared and someone was killed on their front lawn.

" Hello? Anyone?", cried a small girl about six or seven years of age.

She wondered around her home, thinking. Where did her mom and dad go? They were just inside the house watching TV downstairs. She climbed back up the stairs to check if maybe they were sleeping. The door to the parent's bedroom was closed. She swore last time she saw it, it was wide open and no one was there. She had checked before and even double check. Did someone break into her house? Who would? Why? These questions made her panic. Maybe there is someone here. She leaned her ear against the door and listened, taking in slow steady breaths. She heard the shower running and someone snoring. It was almost one-thirty, so that means that her mom would be taking a shower, then head to work. She was almost certain she was in there...

" M-mommy?"

" Yes sweety?" a voice replied.

She sighed in relief and smiled.

" Do you know where daddy is?"

" He's in bed right now. He'll get up in a moment."

" Ok!"

She ran back to her room and laid back in bed. She was so happy that she wasn't alone… but it came back to her. She checked there before, no one was there. She checked again, still no one. For the third time… she was there and so was her dad. She knew something was up and sprung back up from her bed. She ran back to the door and tried to open it. The doorknob was freezing. She quickly pulled her hand away from it.

" Mom! The doorknob! It-"

" I know dear. Just go back in your room."

She thought that was an unusual response from her mom, but she did so anyways. She sat in her bed and waited for something to happen. She sat there for ten minutes before she heard the door open.

" Dad-"

Her words were cut short as if her vocal cords disappeared. She tried to speak, but nothing came out. She tried to scream. It sounded like she was screaming, but very very quietly. She smelled something foul like metal or newly painted tar. She wanted to cover her nose from the horrible stench but couldn't move her arms or legs. Tears strolled down her face. She tried again and again to call out to someone, anyone, for help. Her father crept into the room normally as if nothing was happening. He stared at her hungrily.

" Daddy?" she mouthed.

His father pupils turned into black slits surrounded by red. His smile was the most disturbing thing you would even see. Where his normal, white, square teeth would be, were jagged teeth, all bloody red as if his teeth grew in that way. His smile reached from ear to ear. He had no tongue which was the strangest thing. She screamed again. Still, nothing protruded from her mouth.

" Come here, my princess," it hissed. " It's just me. Come to papa."

She tried to shake her head and move. She closed her eyes tightly.

" Ok… here I come!",his voice sounded more monster like.

She heard it's footsteps coming closer and closer. She squeaked and again tried to move. At first, she heard nothing, then she heard a high pitch monster like scream. She fell to the floor and took the chance to escape. She still kept her eyes closed as she tripped down the steps, and bolted out the front door without any shoes on. She panted and slowly opened her eyes. Her house was in front of her, the yard perfectly raked with no leaf insight. She felt the grass between her toes and the wind against her sweety cheeks. She tried to think of something else, like her friends and real family. She kept coming back to the same thing. Whatever that thing was in her room, it was not her father and it wanted her dead. She looked toward the neighbor's house and decided she would hide there. But she discovered that she couldn't move her feet. She smelled it again and screamed again. Only this time, it didn't go through the front door. For the first time, she let out a perfect, clear, scream as she was forced to look up in horror. Her father decided to jump out of her bedroom window while he descended slowly onto the very same spot she stood with his mouth wide open.