The barn was now completely ablaze, the dark charred wooden roof smoked like a freshly roasted slab of meat. The screaming from within had died down, but the fizzing and spitting persisted to grate at the ears. 

In quick succession the barn doors were thrown off their hinges, a small figure being thrown towards the party by some unseen power. Landing at their feet was a female child, black slime dripping from her pale lips. Grotesque streams of blood spills from a wound in her stomach, fist sized and round, cutting an 'o' into her body.

The body shook and the chest bulged as the child seem to struggle for air, her eyes rolling backwards into her skull. Abruptly, she stood up from the ground and bending unnaturally backwards towards the group, she screamed through dead lungs.

"Trespassers!"