An older lady sat in her wooden rocking chair. Her eyes were focused on the knitting needles she held, meticulously, but with quick speed, she knitted using some baby blue yarn. She wasn’t knitting to make anything in particular, but more just to pass time.

Surrounding the old lady was the homey interior of the cabin she lived in. Beside her was a cozy navy blue couch with two cloths on each arm, across from that was a similarly colored armchair. On the walls hung many paintings of landscapes and even a black and white photo of her with two small children hung up where everyone could see. With the smell of freshly baked cookies permeating through the air, the sight would surely bring nostalgia to many.

As she watched the knitting needle intertwine to extend her fuzzy creation, a loud shatter and crash suddenly sounded. Her eyes glanced up and towards the cause of the sound.

What she saw would frighten most, however the moment she witnessed the green creature amidst the broken glass of her window, she simply sighed and looked back towards her knitting. After quickly finishing the row of yarn, she set the needles beside her on a small round table. Reaching to her other side, she grabbed a solid wooden cane that laid on the floor. She began to slowly rise from her chair with the help of her cane.

Grrrr, the creature let out a low growl that almost resembled gargling. It lowered its small dark green and somewhat malformed body. It was muscular and lean with talon like claws on the end of its hand.

Before the wrinkled lady could even fully stand up, the creature charged like a wild beast. Before it could even get close, she locked eyes with it, causing it to halt immediately. Her cold dark brown eyes which lacked any sort of luster seemed to peer inside the small creature’s soul through its eyes, sending a shiver down its spine.

“I’m coming, I'm coming. Have some patience for such an old woman,” she spoke, breaking the original eye contact.

The beast didn’t care much for her words and began to charge once again after recovering from the chill. Before it could pierce her skin with its long sharp claws, something wrapped around its body, constricting it and not allowing any further movement. What had grabbed it was the scarf-like creation the old lady was making before the rude interruption.

The creature wriggled and struggled, but couldn’t seem to break free no matter what as the knitting needles seemed to have a mind of its own. The needles continuously created more and more of the scarf to wrap around the creature. The old lady approached the struggling creature rather slowly using the support of her cane. She peered deep into its reptilian-like pupils. Similarly to its body, its head was malformed with stretched out lengthy ears and boar-like tusks.

“Hmm,” the lady mumbled while deep in thought.

As she looked at the creature, her focus was redirected towards the shattered glass of the window. It had even managed to drag some of that glass to the nice patterned rug she had bought not too long ago. Extending her wrinkled hand towards the creature’s face, a few knocks on her front door distracted her before she could make contact.

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“Come in.”

The door creaked open and two old ladies stepped in.

“Hello Agnes,” one of them greeted.

Agnes glanced towards the ladies. Edith, the one who greeted her, wore a floral dress decorated with pretty blue flowers, atop her head was a sun hat with a ribbon tied around it. She had lovely blue eyes, and even amidst her old age, her face was still pleasant to look at. Beside her stood Abigail, who wore a solid black dress with a similarly colored bonnet covering her thinning hair. Her light brown eyes still showed a somewhat youthful luster and she consistently had a smile to match that. In fact, she was the youngest amongst the three.

“So what brings you here?” Agnes inquired as she slowly returned to her rocking chair

“Well,” Edith began, glancing towards the green colored creature still wrapped up in the blue yarn. “That is what brings us here. We’ve both encountered one of those… things.”

“Ah, are either of you hurt?”

“No, but-“

“You know what this means, don’t you Agnes?” Abigail interrupted.

She strolled up and began to scrutinize the beast before continuing. “These aren’t natural by any means. They were artificially created. There is no way you didn’t pick up on such a detail, or did you just not care?”

Agnes shrugged without replying.

Edith sighed slightly. “We need to talk.”

Both Edith and Abigail sat comfortably on the couch while Agnes remained in her rocking chair. The little violent creature was made to clean up the many pieces of broken glass strewn throughout the rug and hard wooden floor.

“Listen, we all know that these creatures couldn’t have appeared from thin air,” Edith started. “They must have been created by someone. Someone quite powerful as well. I mean, they even seem to have some sentience as well.”

“Let’s stop beating around the bush, I have grandkids coming over soon,” Agnes mentioned.

“We think it's Evelynn,” Abigail spoke up.

“You think she betrayed us?” Agnes asked, only half curious.

“Who else would have that sort of power? Between us three, she is likely the most powerful. Not to mention, she has begun to distance herself as of late.” Abigail began to fiddle with her hands slightly.

“Hmm, alright. This is definitely a matter that will need to be looked into later on.”

“Later on? You must be joking,” Edith said, annoyed. “This is an urgent situation! She has broken the one law that must be upheld by any means.”

Abigail placed her hand on Edith’s shoulder before leaning close. “You know how she is when it comes to these matters. Unless her grandchildren are involved, she will not act,” she whispered into Edith’s ear.

Edith clenched her teeth in anger. “Agnes, you must know how big of a threat this is to not just you, me, and Abigail, but also to your grandchildren as well.”

Agnes let out a slight chuckle. “You think I would allow any harm to come to them?”

“What if they have already been harmed?” Abigail asked, her smile growing inconspicuously larger.