Follow Him Inside Her House

You had to act now. In retrospect it was an incredibly dumb and dangerous act, but you weren't thinking straight at the moment. You jump away from the window and rush downstairs and outside. The street was still empty, and it seems you were the only witness of the horrific act. You take a deep breath before approaching the neighbor's yard. With caution, you quietly open the door and peek inside.

Her living room was spacious and empty. You never saw any other car in her driveway, so you assumed she lived alone, which probably meant she has a pretty well paying job if she is able to afford a suburban home all by herself. You quietly close the door behind you and sneak inside. Weirdly enough, there was no trail of blood. Not a single drop, in fact. That must mean he didn't really stab her. A taser maybe? Something to make her fall **** and then drag her to a back room to **** her probably. You shiver. It was fucked up, but it gave you hope that the woman could still be saved.

You step forward towards the kitchen when you hear a sound from one of the rooms. Her bedroom, that's where he went. You pick up a large knife from the counter and slowly approach the door. Taking a deep breath, you kick it open.

"What the fuck?!" Was the only words that could come out of your mouth at the disturbing sight before you. The man stood in front of the bed, his clothes set on the floor next to those of the woman. But his nakedness wasn't even close to being the most disturbing factor in the image before you. As he was not completely naked, rather he was in the middle of wearing a strange, skin-like suit. From the waist down the man's bushy legs were replaced by a slender pair of feminine limbs, and from his waist was hanging the deflated face of the woman... he turned her into a husk, a husk he was putting on as a disguise. And in his hand, was the bizzare pen from before.

"Well, this is awkward." He says.