This Is a Safe Place

What is it? A sow? A steer? A cow? A calf? Barn was dark; dribble of light from hole in ceiling. Thing hid itself in back corner, we sensed its shadow. I felt evil in this place. Began to slow my steps. Come on! Urged my friend. This is a safe place. Warning whistles shrieked in my precognitive ears. Supernatural tendencies struck me to my knees. I felt a relentless evil in this unassuming barn. My friend turned to glare at me as I fell. Her distorted, grotesque visage was of a pig There were red blotches on her forehead. She began to devour me, starting at my shoulders.