"As she fell to Earth, Lilith took the form of an animal likely to aid in her quest to steal human children; when she landed with a thud in his front yard, just beneath his window, she was a sleek and well-groomed Golden Retriever – a bitch in every sense of the word. The young boy, startled by the sound, lay down his copy of Old Yeller and peered through the window. He had prayed, each and every night of the past year, for God to send him a dog; as he stared, mouth agape, at the canine squatting on his front lawn, he truly believed his prayers had been answered. He ran down the stairs and out the front door, calling, 'Here, doggie-dog.'"
Cami huddled under the covers and asked, "What happened then, Mommy?"
"She growled like a dog and paced around the young man, swiping at him with her clawed hands. But she couldn’t touch him because God guarded him. All night he prayed."
One blot was left on the lawn--right under his window.
"What happens next?" Cami asked from the darkness.