Mondays suck, especially when your boss dies before noon. Something killed him, and now it’s going to kill me and my husband. The only way to save us... I have to do what they say. I have to feed it. And I’ve got a sick, sick feeling of what it wants to eat. *** This is a standalone story with a twist ending. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTURBING. READ AT OWN RISK.