Something has finally arrived. It's a blinding form of light in the middle of the trailer home, with high pitched ringing to accompany. It pulses in swirls of green, yellow, and purple, settling on a deep green before fading into something that looks almost human.
The living room is a chaotic mix of dirty stains and scattered items, including crushed beer cans, an empty pizza box, a couple of clean dildos, and various books and pornography magazines. The coffee table is cluttered with used tissues, empty glass bottles, candy wrappers, an ashtray filled with crushed cigarettes, and a remote controller. All of the inhabitant's weapons are meticulously organised and cleaned, suggesting preparation for something terrible. No one is present in the trailer home, which has an unsettling chill that's barely noticeable. There are thudding sounds in a strangely rhythmic pattern coming from the bathroom, and although the wooden door is closed, the curtain is drawn back…