Micro-Story #2 (Patreon)

When the police arrived, the screams the neighbors had heard had died down.

The  inside of the house was sweltering and stinking of rancid flesh as if the bodies had been lying there for weeks.

Their flashlights stopped working first. Then their communication paths.

Ahead of them, there was a sound like a hyena; chuckling and siren like. Almost a wailing.

In the dim darkness of the gore covered corridor stood... something... Something with a big sharp grin and luminous eyes. It's head bobbing when it issued the chuckling wail again.

Behind them, a little boys' voice whispers forlorn: "It followed me home... I didn't know what to do..."

And then the door shuts behind them.