Dad leaned over me carefully. I was terrified he was about to tell us that this was our Aunt Sally who'd come over to visit for a few days, and that she had glowy brain bits because of a medical condition, but instead he just kissed me on the forehead, and rubbed my hair and said: "You did good, honey."
I grinned.
"Um, think we should call the police?" Mom ventured.
"I dunno..." Dad answered, caution in his voice. "I don't suppose it's illegal to shoot an intruding monster in your home...that being said...I'd hate to be wrong about that."
"We could always bury her in the backyard?" I chimed in.
My parents stared at me for a bit, and then shrugged.
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