Lisa smiled down at her baby sister.
"It's okay Becca, you won't cry anymore. If you don't cry you'll be happy." She took the needle and thread it through Becca's upper lip. She was still crying loudly. "Becca shhh!" Lisa thread the needle through Becca's bottom lip for the last time and pulled it tight and secured it.
Their mom stumbled in, hitting the doorframe on the way.
"Lisa what are you doing awake? Have you awoken your sister?" Lisa looked into her mother's eyes, which she had recently sewn together.
"Mother, I just didn't want Becca to cry anymore, I didn't want her to wake you up, or..." She glanced past her mother into the doorway, "Or father." Her mother frowned.
"No Lisa." She shook her head. "You can't do that!" She yelled. She threw her hands out, knocking over a lamp.
"Mother!" Lisa screamed, as a loud thud was heard from her father's room, which was now restricted to a cage. "He's awake!" THUD THUD THUD came from the hallway. Her mother tried to run and hide but she just knocked over paintings and plush animals. THUD THUD THUD closer. Lisa quickly tightened the stiches and secured the string, the she tossed Becca back into her crib. THUD THUD THUD right behind the door. The door creaked open, a wet and slimy hand slipped into the room. His fingers were webbed together and translucent in front of the light from outside.
"Stacy?" His deep voice bounced around the room, making Lisa's mother draw a sharp breath. "Stacy honey, what hap-" As the door opened fully, he looked across the room at a lone mirror hanging on the wall. He blinked once and roared loudly. He picked up Lisa's mother and dug his other hand, the rough and spiky one, and dug it into her stomach, ripped out her intestines and threw them at the wall. He effortlessly tossed her out of the room and turned towards Lisa. Picking her up, he looked into her eyes and grabbed her skull, and as he ripped it off, her world went black.
