Ellen entered her apartment. After her closing shift, she needed to decompress to some reality TV.
The lights flickered. Before plunging into black, she swore she saw a severed leg.
Her phone light confirmed it.
“Shit.”
Despite her churning stomach, she couldn’t stop herself, following the carnage.
Arm.
Another arm.
In the hallway, lit by moonlight, was the torso.
Tearing sounds coming from her bedroom ceased.
Click, click, click, went footsteps. Out came her poodle. In its jaws, it held the head of Floopy, her beloved teddy bear.
