The Skinwalker Therapist

He noticed his girlfriend changed. She came home late, smelling like damp

pines and ancient moss. In the dark, he felt her back.

Her bone was sharp and elongated like a wing. Donavin, that is not

your girlfriend. You cannot leave this office with that creature. Honey,

where are the keys? Honey, where are the keys?

Hoof prints crushed the door. It was a skinwalker. He fled,

but it followed him home. Now he hears those clicking hooves on the stairs.

And the door is not strong enough.