Residence Evil

"Fool! It has been too long!"

The demonic voice echoed round the tiny house in Chelsbay. In the living room, flames crackled, yet strangely failed to burn anything. Leicester O'Donnell cowered before the cruel entity standing there.

"Mercy, Master... Mercy!"

"NO MERCY! My children grow hungry. We gave you all you asked, and your payment is past due. Where is the flesh you promised they would enjoy? WHERE?"

Leicester held a letter in his trembling hands. "Look, Master! Look, I have a letter from someone who wants to move in here. I lowered the price and it worked. Forgive my delays, master, forgive my incompetence. I am a weak human. Forgive me..."

The demon ignored the man's pleading tone and ripped the letter from his grasp. His cold, dead eyes studied the paper for some time. "Well, well. You are not such a pathetic worm as you act. THIS ONE... THIS ONE will be sweet to the taste for them. And they arrive tomorrow? Good!"

Laughter ripped through the house, shaking it as a violent storm. Yet outside, all was silent and the scene unnoticed...