[ WP ] Give me goosebumps . Make me shudder . Write something scary .

Lydia sat in her bed paralyzed as her daddy tumbled to the ground, his body convulsing and thumping unnaturally against the wooden floor. His limbs began to bend at odd angles; bones breaking with each sudden twitch of his body. 
 
 *Is daddy dying*, the little girl feared. 
 
 “ Lydia, ” daddy interrupted her thoughts, crawling towards the girl. His skin took on a grayish tone as if rotting before her eyes. “ It ’ s… going to… to be… okay… ” 
 
 “ Daddy! ” Lydia shouted. 
 
 “ It ’ s for… it ’ s for the best, ” daddy said. Those were his last words as he groaned and choked, his head twisting upward. His mouth hung open initially but began to stretch open, wider, wider, until the corners snapped. 
 
 He wanted to shout, Lydia could tell, but instead he stared down at her, tears in his eyes as his face slowly ripped open. Daddy made yet another silent sound that caught Lydia ’ s attention. Her eyes were drawn to the depths of his mouth. She stared into its nothingness when a pair of beady eyes opened from within and watched her curiously. She could suddenly see the tips of its fingers on daddy ’ s tongue and the roof of his mouth, pushing against them. 
 
 She peered up at her father, and he gave her the saddest look before another snap of bone left his eyes staring into space. 
 
 *I can ’ t believe this is happening*, Lydia thought. She couldn ’ t run, couldn ’ t move, couldn ’ t will her legs to be her savior. And so she watched helplessly as her father was shredded outward by a bloody creature within. It stared at her and she was sure her death was imminent. But then it wiped the blood from its face and let out a gentle smile. 
 
 It was daddy. He was slathered in blood, standing over a corpse, but it was definitely daddy. 
 
 “ Are you… are you okay? ” Lydia said, shaking. He smiled and ran over to her. 
 
 “ Daddy ’ s here, ” he said. “ You have nothing to worry about. ” 
 
 “ What… what happened? ” she said, apprehensive towards the man inches away from her face. 
 
 “ Don ’ t worry, I ’ m going to fix all of this. I promise, sweetheart, I promise, ” he said. 
 Lydia let loose a shaky smile as he leaned in and put his hands on her shoulders. 
 
 “ Okay, ” Lydia said and he smiled back. “ Are we gon na be okay? ” 
 
 “ I love you, ” daddy said. 
 
 “ I love you too, ” Lydia said. Then he looked up and frowned at her, a fury in his eyes. 
 
 “ Will you shut the fuck up you winey little bitch! ” daddy shouted, squeezing her shoulder and leaving a thick, red puddle to trickle down her arm. “ I ’ m not fucking talking to you. ” 
 
 *Who… who is he talking to*, Lydia thought, fear in her eyes. And then she felt something clawing at her, from the inside of her throat.
