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WHAT LURKS

It entered the garage as the door was closing. The Hansen's unaware drove off into town. 

It moved around the house and examined each room. And it lay on each bed, but the bassinet. 

It discovered many toys about the house to play with. There were knives in the kitchen and guns over the mantelpiece in the den. There were loose carpets on the stairs and toy trucks on the steps. In the bathrooms, it found hair dryers with frayed cords. And prescription drugs behind mirrors. Delighted. It bared serrated pointy teeth as it grinned from ear to ear.

Making its way downstairs to the den. And climbing into the fireplace, then up the chimney. There it would lurk until nightfall, when all are asleep. 

A demented cackle escaped its drooling mouth.
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