I hide on the other side of the coffee table, peeking at the figure sitting on top of the altar cloth. It looks strange… almost like it’s hunched over in an awkward position.

Holding my breath, I watch as it unfolds itself and stands slowly. Long limbs stretched and brought back into place—like the creature is being reformed before my very eyes.

There’s only a single candle left lit on the cloth and it flickers violently when the creature ...