Gladys King puttered around her small, dusty, old home. Time had taken its toll on her. She was small, very skinny, and slouched over with a slight hunchback. Her skin resembled dirty, crumpled paper and her hair was sparse and shock white.
An ancient TV set in the corner fizzled with white noise, partially illuminating a cluttered living room. Outdated furniture took up most of the space: a green sofa, two yellow recliners, a wooden coffee table, and several wooden bookshelves crammed with dusty books and knick-knacks. There were also several large cardboard boxes surrounding the furniture, either being packed or unpacked. One of them had writing on it: M & G Mementos. The only part of the brown shag carpet that was visible was a narrow walkway from the TV to the sofa and leading into the kitchen.
The rest of the house was pitch black save for a small nightlight near the toaster on the kitchen counter. The nightlight only gave off enough glow to show what was dire