As seemed to be the eerily unique trend, only Billy could see the shape shifter at work. But whether Billy grasped either the magnitude of the situation or fathomed the consequences of the metamorphosis was open to conjecture. His mind was immature and he could not describe what he saw. The killings usually began a couple of days after the shape was fully formed. It was a Siamese cat the last time when Billy’s grandmother died under mysterious circumstances with her throat slit and wrists slashed to virtual ribbons!

The first victim of the shape-shifter however was even before. It was the first time Billy saw the entity at work. A porcelain vase turned into a dreaded moth and Billy’s nanny lay at his feet drenched in a pool of blood.

It was time for the next round of mayhem.

Two-year-old Billy would watch this one too!

This story has been written as part of the FLASH FICTION FOR ASPIRING WRITERS – FFfAW Challenge #180, more details about which may be found HERE

The photo credit is due to Yinglan. Thanks!

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