Eventually, Zabby came back home but not...

Eventually, Zabby came back home but nothing was ever the same. That song. Dead Meat. It never stopped playing and before long Dead Meat twisted Chuck and Zabby’s front door into a gaping mouth howling dead meat dead meat dead meat all day. All night. Hot embers from hell glowed red beneath Zabby’s prize rose bushes and the smell of burning flesh billowed a rancid brown fog from the foundation. Dead Meat demons rocked back and forth back and forth on the porch and sharpened their teeth on the bones of little children. Dead Meat. Inside, it climbed the ceilings. Dead Meat. Hid under the bed. Dead Meat. Chewed off Zabby’s toes. Dead Meat. It ran bloody from the walls. Dead Meat. Flowed black from the faucets. Dead Meat. Stared back at Zabby a vile, toothy sneer from every broken mirror. Dead Meat. That song never stopped playing. And it bent her body into strange shapes. Oh yes, the thirteenth hour grew near. And as it came, Zabby Sheridan grew very, very, hungry.