Vital Flesh

As Andrew neared his home, walking at a snails pace, the potency of his fear reached new heights.  His legs felt heavy; when was the last time he slept?

As soon as the door closed, the banging and shouting would commence. These noises, as real as they were, were not coming from any natural being.

Andrew slumped in his usual spot, not daring to move, as the screams continued long into the night.

“Where is she? You have failed!”

“I-I c-couldn’t”

“Bring her to me, scum!”

“W-why?’

“Flesh of both is vital… yours alone will not suffice!... Do it! NOW!”