?"Going up in the world, I see," Cindi's Dad said when she opened the door.

  ?"Sort of, maybe," she said, slumping into the passenger seat and throwing her bag in the back.

  ?"Did you get a lot of homework done?" he asked.

  ?"Oh, I went there with my homework done. Do I look like a white girl to you?"

  ?Her Dad smiled. "Just helping, I guess?"

  ?"You guess right."

  ?"Well, I'm proud of you, sweetness," he said as he pulled out of the driveway, placing his hand on her leg.

  ?Cindi was weirded out. "Dad!" she said as she removed his hand.

  ?Her Dad smiled, but it looked cruel. "Sorry, dear, you know I would never hurt you. You're just so young and tender," he said, the cruel smile returning to his face.

  ?"Um... sure, I guess." Cindi’s creepy feeling grew.

  ?"Why, I could just eat you!"

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  ?"Okay, stop this. You're making me uncomfortable."

  ?"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," he said in a mock Indian accent. Her father had been in America since he was a kid. He didn't have an accent.

  ?She looked at him in disgust. A feeling soon replaced with horror. His skin had gone from brown to chalk white. His face looked like the skin had been tightly pulled over his bones. It looked like some zombie version of her father.

  ?She couldn't help but scream as she tried to get out of the car. But the safety locks were on. And there wasn't enough strength in her body for adrenaline to make much of a difference. She looked back as the large house faded from view. The thing pretending to be her father had floored it.

  ?"Don't you love the countryside?" This time it wasn't her Dad's voice. She turned back from the window to see Sam sitting in the seat her Dad was in. Her Dad's clothes hung loosely off her.

  ?"What the hell!" she screamed again, pushing herself into the car door and banging on the window.

  ?"Interesting choice of words." Sam chuckled. "Do you know what, Cindi? Your family is positively delicious. I mean, I don't usually like Indian. Gives me heartburn, you understand. But I was starving!"

  ?Cindi was too frantic to even make out the words.

  ?"I mean, it's sort of like butter chicken," Sam continued, mocking her. "You like it. But you wouldn't eat it every day! But but tonight was Indian buffet night!”

  ?The car stopped as Sam began to change again inside the loose clothes.

  ?"We're gonna have a lot of fun together, you and I," the thing said.

  ?Its face and body twisted into a pasty form that was like chalky dead skin pulled over muscles and bone. The hair was replaced by a matted grey mess. The teeth extended into a row of massive fangs on the top and bottom.

  ?The last thing she saw was the mouth closing around her head.