“Whenever she’s throwing a fit, just give her Mr. Snuffles,” Mrs. Huxley was leading Elle through her mansion that she called a house. If it was, it was an enormous house. “She eat’s at 6pm everyday, if you miss it she’s going to throw a fit, one you can’t solve with Mr. Snuffles, so don’t miss it. And Paisley likes her coffee more sugar than coffee.”

“Can six year olds have coffee?”

“Well she’s an overachiever. Now I’m sorry it’s so short notice, but Phil is on a business trip and I just can not miss my sister’s birthday.”

“Oh I don’t mind, I need to pay rent somehow.” This would be her last odd job, for some reason they offered her close to $500,000, more than enough to pay off her student loans and pay rent for maybe the rest of her life.

After her long list of instructions, Mrs. Huxley left, leaving Elle and Paisley alone. They played games, watched TV, colored, all until it was time for bed, “What are we gonna do tomorrow, Elle?”

“Anything you want. Good night Paisley.”

Elle slowly and quietly closed the door behind her, and as long as she was quiet, she could do whatever she wanted.

She was definitely lost, all she did was go to the bathroom. She thought it was only a hall down, but it seemed like the whole house changed. She saw what seemed like hundreds of doors lining the corridor, but then she saw a different one, Elle could see a light shining from the bottom of the door. As she opened it she could see stuffed animals, pink bed sheets, blue paint that covered walls, it was Paisley’s room. Only she wasn’t in there.

Elle looked around the room, under the bed, in her stuffed animals, behind her mirror, but she wasn’t there.

That’s when she heard a soft cry from Paisley’s closet. Elle stepped near the closet, thinking Paisley just had a bad dream, but when she opened it she saw Paisley’s mom, Mrs. Huxley, lying on her back softly crying with a gapping hole in her mid-section, somehow she was still alive. Paisley was hunched over her mother, eating what Elle could only imagine was her stomach. In the corner of the closet was her father, dead. Blood was smeared across her face, dripping from her nose.

“I just wanted a midnight snack.” Paisley said, with an innocent smile.