"Oh, silly me. I almost forgot the ole ball and chain!" Shane playfully rolls his eyes as he turns around, slipping back through the front door for a brief moment as he steps onto the porch.

Kelly's eyes gaze around the room. She knows that she can make a dash for the backdoor and might have a fair shot at escaping—that is if it's unlocked. Or she can run to one of the bedrooms and crawl out of the window. Maybe even just shove past him and run through the front yard screaming at the top of her lungs until the neighbors wake.

But she doesn't move. She can't move. All she can do at this point is whimper and tremble. And pray.

"Kelly, I want you to meet the misses." Shane steps back into the entryway but, this time, he's not alone. Besides him stands Mrs. Edwards, or what was her at one point, with her frail arm slung over his shoulder. He steps forward, her feet dragging behind on her toes as her body remains just as lifeless as her children's.

She's different though. Her skin has a much rougher texture and not just due to age. Kelly figures that she was the first of his kin to fall victim to his knife.

"Kelly, meet Deborah." He smiles at Kelly before turning to face his deceased wife. He grabs Deborah's arm, lifting it to politely wave it. Her hand sways loosely from her wrist much like a broken ragdoll, looking like it is about to crumble into a dozen pieces at any given time. "Deborah, Kelly."

Kelly is unable to say anything, to scream, or even breathe.

He kicks the door shut behind him, peering at Kelly. The kind tone is starting to slip from his voice. "You never answered my question."

"Wh—What?" She stutters, trying her best not to break down in front of him. He's obviously deranged. But maybe, if she plays along to his sadistic game, she can find a way out of this.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes. I did." Kelly nods so quick that she nearly snaps her own neck. "We did."

Shane cocks an eyebrow, not believing her one bit. He leans in closer to his wife, as if about to kiss her on her shriveled cheek. "What do you think, Debbie? Does it look like she had fun?"

Although Deborah doesn't respond, he looks back over at Kelly as if he had gotten the answer he had expected. He snarls. "It was the kids, wasn't it? Did they give you trouble?"

"No. Not at all." She says, trying her best not to think about the children, and stumbles backwards. At least now she can move. "They were—they were great."

"Uh huh." He replies skeptically. "Would you be a dear and help my wife sit down?"

Kelly gazes at the unhinged man, her expression reading as if she couldn't understand the words coming from his mouth.

"Kelly, don't be rude." Shane's eyes narrow as he glares at her. With a tilt of his head, he gestures at Deborah. "Help her sit down."

This time it wasn't a request.

"Of course." Kelly holds back the tears, forcing a grin on her face as she approaches the couple. Hesitant to touch the mangled corpse, she slowly reaches for Deborah's arm.

"Oh, come on." Shane sighs, pulling his wife's arm from around his neck and pushing her toward Kelly. "She's not gonna bite!"

Nodding, Kelly touches Deborah's cold skin as she wraps her incredibly stiff arm around the back of her neck. She notices that her elbow, for some reason, is unable to bend. She looks at Shane, her eyes pleading for him to just dismiss her and call it a night. "... Where?"

Shane smiles as he approaches the dining room table and pulls out the first chair on the end, holding the tip of its wooden back as Kelly attempts to pull Deborah over to him when—suddenly—Deborah's arm slips from her grip and her body falls to the tiled floor. Instead of a thud, it's a distinct sound of two heavy objects clattering against one another, and Kelly's eyes widen as she looks to see the wife hadn't changed her form one bit. A large flap of skin peels from her forearm where Kelly must have accidentally torn the stitches.

"Deb!" Shane screams worriedly as he drops down next to his wife. "Are you alright?!"

Taking a step back, Kelly glances at the front door behind them and then back to the man.

"What did you do?!" He snaps at her. Softening his face, he looks down at his wife's blank eyes as he brushes his fingers through her hair. "It's okay, babe. It's alright."

Kelly eyes the door again, feeling her leg muscles tense up. She can make it if she runs fast enough. Closing her eyes, she takes a heavy breath, when—

A hand clasps tightly onto her shoulder and she spins around, seeing Shane standing beside her. "I'm sorry I yelled."

She looks over to see that he had already sat Deborah onto the chair and even pushed her up closer to the table.

"Kelly, can you please go get a towel soaked with warm water?" He looks at her, genuinely concerned. "Deborah hit her head pretty hard."

Nodding, Kelly backs up to pull herself from his grip before slowly turning around to walk toward the kitchen. She glances up at the deer head mounted on the wall in the dining room and, the second she feels her shoes step onto the linoleum on the kitchen floor, she turns her head to peek behind her.

Paying her no attention, Shane leans in to check on his wife. He places the back of his hand against her forehead, as if to check her temperature.

She steps further into the kitchen and approaches the sink, turning the faucet on. Water splashes against stainless steel sink and, instead of reaching for a towel, she grabs a large knife from the rack of clean dishes. Walking alongside the counter, she looks back into the dining room to see that he is still distracted. Her attention quickly turns to the backdoor and, although quick, she silently approaches it and grabs at the handle.

Locked.

"Come on." She mutters under her breath as she looks up at the deadbolt to see that, rather than it simply being required to twist, there is a keyhole.

"Kelly?"

Her eyes grow big and she slowly turns around to see Shane standing in the middle of the dining room much closer than he was before.

Shane shakes his head, confused. "What are you—" His eyes lock onto the knife that she is clasping and then at the backdoor.

Kelly's grip on the knife handle tightens and she glances over at the door to the basement. At least she knows that this one is unlocked. She looks back at him to see that he had followed her stare, now eyeing the same door.

Before he can make the first move, she jumps forward and the two of them bolt towards the door. He reaches out to grab her but barely misses by a few mere inches as she yanks the door open and quickly pulls herself inside, slamming it shut behind her. She looks around for a lock but doesn't see one, and her eyes widen as she sees the door handle slowly twist. She grabs onto it, barely strong enough to hold it shut as Shane attempts to open it from the other side.

"Kelly." His voice is as calm as ever as he continues to tug at the doorknob. "Please don't be like this. Let me in. Please."