Selina stood in front of her full-length mirror, carefully selecting her outfit for the night while she lifted her shirt up. She always wanted to look her best whenever she went out, and her top made her feel extra perfect. “They’ll love this,” she whispered gleefully. The statutory holiday had granted her a break from the hustle and bustle of campus life, and she planned to take full advantage of her free time by meeting up with a group of friends to go out and party. Darren would be there, and the thought of him made her bite her lower lip. But as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick, she couldn't shake the lingering feelings of guilt and sadness from the argument she had with her stepfather the previous night.
Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she quickly blinked them away. Selina hated feeling this way. She tried to convince herself that going out and having fun would help her forget her troubles, even if just for a little while. While she examined her reflection from the side, she took a deep breath and prepared to leave. That's when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her room. “Is my stepdad home early?” Before she could react, the door opened, and an older woman appeared in the doorway. The woman wore a tight dress that tightly clung to her curves and smelled strongly of cigarettes. Selina stared at her, confusion and fear flooding her mind as she wondered how this stranger had gotten into her house. “Who the hell are you?”
“Such a rude mouth,” the older woman cooed. “I won’t lie, though. You’re much prettier in person. I assumed that there was a bit of photo editing, but this…” The woman’s eyes scanned her from head to toe, and a strange chill ran up Selina’s spine. “This is much better than I expected. You’ve taken care of your body very well. It’s just a shame that you’re such a spoiled brat to Mark. God, he makes way too much money – I’m almost jealous that you’ve been on easy mode your entire life. This house … your breasts. Your perfect body. Mark’s corporate job literally funds everything little bit of your life, and you’re not even grateful.”
“Oh, I get it, you’re one of the girls my stepdad’s been seeing,” she said with chills running down her spine. “That’s probably how you got into the house. He’s not home, so you can leave.”
“I think I’ll stay where I am.” Before Selina could reach for her phone to call the police, the middle-aged woman pulled out a small vial filled with a mysterious purple liquid. With a swift motion, she uncorked the vial and drank its contents, her face contorting in pain as she began to moan.
“A-Are you okay?” She watched in horror as the woman fell to her hands and knees, her body convulsing as it started to morph and transform. The stranger's flesh seemed to melt away, leaving behind a shadowy figure that crawled toward Selina with terrifying speed.
Adrenaline surged through Selina's veins, and she realized she had no choice but to run. With a scream caught in her throat, she sprinted around the transformed figure and down the hallway, desperate to escape the horrifying creature that had once been a woman. Her breath came in panicked gasps, and she could hear the shadowy figure's relentless pursuit just behind her. With little time to spare, she dove behind the couch, praying that she would remain unseen. Unfortunately, when she could finally control her breathing, the small shadowy figure crawled over the couch and forced its head into her mouth.
Selina fell backwards and tried to pull the shadowy figure with her bare hands. Unfortunately, once it had fully slipped inside, there was nothing she could do. She could feel her insides stretching while she struggled with strange thoughts popping into her head. It was almost like she could hear the shadowy creature’s mind as her slender fingers dug into the carpet beneath her. Selina’s body jerked one final time before she lost consciousness.