Her phone slammed to the ground. She was going to the only place she knew was safe. The darkest corner of the basement, behind a piano, on a musty old blanket. She headed off for it. A loud clank came from the main room. 'THIS THING CAN GET THROUGH A FUCKING CHIMNEY?!?!' Samantha thought to herself. Scared and breathless, she gulped. She ran down the stairs, bare feet slamming into the creepy old wood. She slipped through some pipes, which was a bit of a struggle, and finally, she sat on top of the old blanket.

>Samantha, deary....where are youuu?<

A deep voice tainted in her mind. Samantha didn't answer. Screams filled her head, ringing through old memories.

>I hear your breathing, Samantha dear....are you afraid? It's okay to be afraid. I'm getting closer...<

Samantha gripped the musty old blanket. She hugged her knees and looked around, frantically. When she looked up, her eyes widened, but she remembered, it can't move if your looking at it.

They told you it you looked at me I couldn't move, huh? Well..... you know, watchers watvh, and snatches snatch...and the only reason they made you watch...is so the snatcher....can. Snatch.

"HUH?!" She felt a rug at her hair then felt herself getting dragged away.

A deep chuckle left Matt's mouth. "I'm sorry, Samantha Dear." Amusement was in his eyes, and he was smiling. Soon after, limb by limb, Samantha was being torn to pieces and eaten.

While his father still looked happy, he was murdered, given the same death his......'Child' had....

That wasn't my daddy..........