As I walked home, I sat on my couch. I looked at my phone and read a supposedly scary story called "humans lick too" or something like that. As I walked into my bedroom, my wife was asleep. I crawled into bed with her. I heard a large thump noise from the kitchen. I ignored it. "Sweety, what was that?" She asked. "I don't know, just go back to-" glass broke before I even finished my sentence. I grabbed my gun and slowly walked out. There, the front door was opened, a trail of blood led up to the kitchen then into the living room. On the couch laid a man with no skin, a creepy smile, and a dead woman laid on the couch. "Give me your soul!" It croaked. I fired my gun. It ate the bullet and my wife came from behind and ripped off my nose, licking it. "The night you died! The night we feast" she yelled and they ate me. I died right behind you. Maybe a couple of feet away but if you ever hear a thump, run!
