Lilith Greengrass was a young girl, just like many of you. She had dreams; she had goals. Everyday she would help her father, Jason Greengrass, at the farm they owned. Everyday, she would pluck the weeds, check the crops, water the crops, feed the cows, feed the chickens, and more. But every time she did, her father would warn her sternly. “Do not venture past the fence line— I will take care of that.” There was a fence at the edge of the cornfield, leading into more fields full of strawberries and more. She usually would have obeyed her father, as she was an obedient daughter. However, today was an exception. Her faithful dog, Bucky, had barked at the fence, and ran through. She yelled after him, and started to chase him while laughing. By the time she reached the fence, Bucky had already passed it.

“Bucky!” Lilith called, looking at the fence. It was painted red, and smelled rather strange. Bucky continued to sniff around before looking up at her. “Oh, Bucky, you know da will get mad at us!” She scolded her dog. She hesitated, but walked past the fence. Bucky walked closer to her, before yelping suddenly and disappearing. “Bucky!” She yelled, running faster to where she saw Bucky. There he was, on the ground, whimpering. “Bucky, what’s wrong-?” She screamed suddenly as she was brought down as well. Something… Something invisible. Something was pulling her down. What it was? By God, if she knew, she wouldn’t be dead now. “Bucky!” She yelled as she looked at her dog, who was now closer to the ground. “DAD! DAD!” She screamed. No one could hear her- she was too far. Bucky was suddenly pulled beneath the Earth, and seconds later came back up. Dead. Lilith screamed. “Bucky!” She cried, touching his head. Suddenly she felt a tug at her leg. She screamed. And then she was under.

Under the ground, Lilith could feel something touching her. Worms, hands, ants, who knows what. She could feel everything; the pain, the panic, and the feeling of being unable to breathe. And, well, the latter was of course because she couldn’t breathe at all. Her screams came our muffled, as her skin felt as thought it was being torn off, ripped right off the muscle. She closed her eyes, and a moment later, she returned to the surface. But by then, her body was practically dead. Her mind knew it was alive; but her body would no longer react. Her heart was not beating, neither was she breathing. She looked at the sun as her arms laid out in the muddy grass. She let out a small croak, before she felt something in her leg. Something was moving inside. At this point, she could no longer do anything. Something was wiggling in her leg. She grimaced.

Days later, her father, Jason, had filed a missing persons report. But after a while, he realized he hadn’t checked on his ‘childhood project’ in quite a while. It was quite good at decomposing dead cows and chickens. He walked past the fence, and stopped. A hand. He saw a hand wearing a golden bracelet, and a black and white dog by her side. He screamed and fell to his knees in despair. His daughter and his dog were dead. He should have never tried this. He should have known it wouldn’t work.

That was when he felt a slight tugging at his leg.