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“Thank you for helping out in a short notice. We know that you’re probably busy with college, but we were desperate,” Mr. Clark said, “We normally never need a babysitter on a Tuesday night.”

“No problem,” Sammy replied with a smile, “I don’t have any classes tomorrow, so it wasn’t like you were taking me away from anything important. But I better be going now. Good Night!”

Sammy left the house and started her car. Before she departed, she checked her cell phone again, just in case Kelly had called and she somehow had missed it. However, not to Sammy’s surprise, there were not any voice messages for her number.

Sammy shifted her car’s gears to drive and started her return trip back to her apartment. However, after she was ten minutes away from her apartment, Sammy realized that she had forgotten her purse back at the Clark’s residence. Therefore, she turned her car around and headed back to her old neighborhood.

Once she had returned to the Clark residence, Sammy noted that another vehicle that did not belong to the Clarks was parked in the driveway. The car was an older model car, as it appeared more cubical shaped than most cars do nowadays. Sammy wondered if the Clarks were having company that she did not already know about.

When she reached the front door, Sammy heard something rattle under her feet. When she peered down, Sammy realized that there was broken glass scattered all over the welcome mat. Furthermore, the glass window on the front door was broken too, but the glass on the porch was colored, while the front door’s glass was clear.

“Hello?” Mr. and Mrs. Clark? Anyone home?” Sammy called out, her voice wavering because the front door was unlocked and all the lights in the house were turned off.

Even though the Clarks had moved into this house relatively recently, Sammy know how to navigate through the pitch black hallways of the house because she and Kelly used to watch the previous owners’ kids. Sammy made her way toward the Clark’s master bedroom, hoping to alert them of what was happening. However, when Sammy opened the door, she saw that she was too late.

When she came closer to the bed, Sammy saw to her horror that both the Clark parents had their throats slit open. However, this was not the only grotesque image: both parents had animalistic traits now that Sammy surely did not remember them having when she last saw them alive. The father looked like a Minotaur, his head replaced by a bull’s and his body was covered with black hair. The wife, however, did not undergo a transformation as extreme as her spouse did. While she did have some features of a cow, like ears and a tail, she still looked human.

Sammy was horrified at the scene she saw. In fact, she almost fainted because how bizarre it looked. The things that Sammy saw were things of science fiction; they could not possibly happen in real life. This was not real, was it?

Sammy closed her eyes, hoping that everything would return to normal when she opened her eyes back up. But when she open her eyes, the Clarks did not revert back to their original appearances. Once she realized that this horrible scene was actually real, Sammy only know one thing to do: 9-1-1.

“9-1-1, please state your emergency.”

“My name is Sammy and I was babysitting for one of the neighbors. I forgot my purse, so I returned to retrieve it. After I entered into the house, I saw that they were, they were...” Sammy stumbled over her own works as she struggled to get a grasp over the situations. She could not believe something so horrible could happen.

“Please take a deep break, ma’am. What happened?”

Sammy took a deep breath and began explaining her situation. After giving the house address, the 9-1-1 operator told Sammy that she was transferring her call and that she needed her to remain calm.”

“Sammy?” another female voice said over the receiver after Sammy’s all had been transferred to someone else, “My name is Allison Johnson, but you can call me A.J. I’m with the FBI. We think that the culprits of the crime that you have stumbled upon are the same people whom we have been tracking for a day or so. Do you know if they are still on the premise?”

“Sammy thought for a second. She had not seen anyone else in the house, or at least anyone who was still alive. But she remembered the car parked outside.

“There’s a car parked in the Clarks' driveway. I don’t know who owns it, but I never seen it before.”

“Okay, Sammy. Listen carefully. If you think you can, try to leave the house as quietly but calmly as possible. If you think you will be caught, find somewhere to hide until we get there. Is that understood?”

However, A.J. did not receive a response from Sammy because someone had already found her, striking the girl on the back of the head. A.J.’s words fell on silent ears, or rather no ears at all.