<div align="center"><strong>Janet</strong></div><br/>As the man came closer, Janet realized that he was not a man at all!<br/><br/>“What the fuck?!” she exclaimed as she dropped the shotgun. She was lucky it didn’t misfire! She scrambled on the floor for the gun as the stranger said something in his same odd language. It was like music to her ears. Then all of a sudden she could understand every word he said!<br/><br/>“Spell?” Janet stared at him dumbfounded. “Well yes, of course I can understand you now. You’re speaking English,” she said, as if this should be obvious. She thought for a moment, worried about revealing too much of herself to this strange creature, then decided if he was going to kill her, he probably had the capability and would have already done so. “My name is Janet. Janet Harding.”<br/><br/>She backed up slowly so he could follow her in the house. The light of the moon shone down upon the creature, highlighting nether regions that she had previously overlooked. Her face blushed with a bright red and she averted her eyes. Maybe he really was a man. A very<em>gifted</em>man. Maybe the cloven feet were some sort of birth defect? She’d once seen a picture of a man with tree branches growing out of his body… But whatever he was, he was still a stranger. And one that obviously had been very blessed. What if he was a crazy rapist?! Her mind was racing with possibilities. If he was insane, he would be irrational and could kill her at any moment. What had she just done, inviting him in here?! She grabbed the closest picture from the couch side table, one of her and her sister Stephanie, and held it out in front of him so he could see.<br/><br/>“Please, Sir, don’t kill me,” Janet pleaded; her voice had a southern accent twang. “I have a sister to take care of. See, our ma and pa got killed in a car wreck last winter,” her voice cracked as she thought of her parents. “And she has no one left to take care of her…” Janet’s brown eyes were wide with pleading and rimmed with unshed tears.