She's been waiting.
Lorrie finds a little girl at her dead mother's ranch. She's ten or eleven, perhaps-its hard for Lorrie to tell because the girl is so bony. She looks like she might die of starvation at any moment. Lorrie should let her in, feed her.
But something stops her:
The girl's eyes. They're all black. No white, no pupil. They're unseeing, unfeeling, inhuman.
Lorrie backs away. She should call her husband. Or the police.
No, the girl says without moving her lips.You will let me in.
Lorrie reaches. Her hand has taken on a life of its own. She can't resist. She turns the doorknob, opens the door....
...And lets her in.
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Warning: Contains graphic violence and disturbing imagery. Not suitable for children.
