Sally takes her time nervously walking to the front door of the house. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she takes the last step before the door. She reaches out and grips the cold, silver knob and turns it until the latch releases. The door squeaks open and she stares at the outside world.
Anson quickly pushes his way past the other men until he stands right in front of her. Worry and concern is written all over his face and a gun is dangling from his fingertips. Sally steps onto the porch, making sure to block the doorway so no one can get inside the house without knocking her out of the way.
“That thing didn’t hurt you , did it?” Anson asks, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She shakes her head and says, “No, he didn’t hurt me. He’s not a monster like you all think he is.”
The men standing behind Anson all laugh and shake their heads, “Clearly you are suffering from a head injury.” She hears one of them say.
“Sally, that thing is a monster. It has been terrorizing the town for the last decade. You just need to come with us and we’ll take care of it.” Anson says. “It is in the house, right?”
Sally shakes her head back and forth, “No, he’s not a monster. He was a normal human being at one point in time and I think he’s changing back into that. I think something has happened to make him himself again. I’m not going to let you hurt him.”
Anson rolls his eyes and the men behind him laugh once more, “Sally, you’re confused. We just need to get you to the doctor, then you need to get some rest. Like I said, we’ll take care of it.”
He reaches for her arm and she takes a step back, not letting him touch her, “I’m not confused and I’m not going anywhere with you if it means you’ll hurt him.”
“We’re not going to hurt him, little girl,” Anson’s father steps up and speaks, “We’re going to kill it.”