What a surprise.

She was proud of her prize. It was her first property, besides the one she actually lived on. She stood tall in front of this run-down, abandoned house. Just thinking of all the possibilities that could become of this property. 

She decided to take a look inside, pondering on if the building was save-able. She unlocked the door and took the first small step inside. 

A disgusting smell slapped her hard across the face. Even breathing hurt. The air smelt of never-washed sheets, and the urine of different types of animals, and moulding Ravioli, all into one room, at once.

She stepped out calmly, and threw up, all over the front porch. She didn't remember having any broccoli.

 

She came back a hour later with a lot of cleaning supplies, air fresheners, mouth covers and bleach. She stepped into the house again, and covered her mouth and continuously sprayed air freshener in front of herself. 

She opened all the windows all the doors to let out the smell, and finally got to look around. 

It was a suburban type of house. There was a carpet floor that had stains everywhere, it seemed like a very basic house, two floors, a main floor and a basement. 

She had seen enough of of the main floor, it was atrocious. She didn't think the basement would be any better, but it was her job to check it out before she tore this house down. 

In the "kitchen" of the house was a tall, thin door that led almost straight down. The creaky, worn stairs would have definitely broke through if she had been a few pounds heavier. In one hand she had a smaller can of air freshener, that was half holding on to a thin slivering railing, in the other a bright white flashlight. Right now she was focused on getting down the stairs alive, but she had heard really fast pattering of feet, or paws. On top of the problems this house already had, rodents explained everything. 

But that wasn't the only thing she heard. 

She trembled leaving the light ray tracing the room furiously. She turned her attention slowly to the back of the room, gulping her saliva hoping not to throw up again. 

She took the quickest inhale when she found a pair of ice blue eyes staring at her with hatred burning inside them. 

There was a person living here, in this godforsaken house. 

She dropped her flashlight onto the wet floor. Her breath trembled with disgust and fear. 

The flashlight landed in a puddle where the light reflected off the water, and lighted up the room enough to see what was in it. 

She stared at the right far corner of the basement at this hunched over monster.

 

This thing seemed as a woman, it had tiny breasts and the slight physique of a woman. 

On her head was black, greasy, scraggled curls trailing down to her shoulder blades. Which were extremely notice-able. The lady had only been wearing a tight tank top that had been torn to show her stomach, and her lower back, it had rips and stains all over it. She was also wearing the tiniest of shorts that looked the same as her top. Her skin was very pale, but it glowed when it met the light.

Her spine was mutated, with diss arranged, over-sized marbles tracing up from her neck, to her lower back. She had been in a frog position leaning over something. Her body looked fragile and underfed. Most parts of her body had this crimson color smeared onto it, and all different kind of colors of dirt everywhere. 

Her feet and hands were completely black due to the amount of dirt. She wouldn't be able to see them at all if it weren't for the light. 

She finally had the bravery to look at her face. 

The woman's nose had to have been broken, it appeared to have healed in the shape that it broke. Her eyes were a bright blue, with small flecks of darker blues. They were still staring at her, telling her to get the fuck out. Her whole face had been smeared with that same crimson color that was on her body, the smear was in a shape of someone clawing her face from the right side of her forehead to the left side of her chin. 

And her teeth. Oh, her teeth. Each one was black with tints of gray and yellow, drowned with the crimson. The crimson was dripping down her chin and onto the floor. 

The woman licked her lips like a lion would after eating a wildebeest. She no longer cared if she had an audience, she continued what she was doing. 

 

Now her whole body was quivering, she had no idea what to do. Or what this other woman was doing, she took on small step closer to the woman. 

Only to find out that the woman had been eating her own full grown infants' insides.