Jonathan's mother told him to clean his bedroom before guests come over.

"Ok, I'll do it later," he said to her, proceeding to not clean it.

Ding dong!

The doorbell rang, alerting Jonathan of the guest's presence. Upon walking to the door, a man, woman and child stood at it, waiting expectantly for someone to welcome them inside.

He quickly unlocks the door, opening it to let them inside.

"Mom, they're here!" He alerts his mother of the guest's appearance at the door.

"I'll be right back," he says to the family, walking off to look for his mother.

"I'm in the basement, sweetie!" Her voice informs him from below, and he follows it. Each step he takes, an eerie silence follows, until a very quiet voice speaks.

"You didn't clean your room, Jonny."

A large, blood covered hand with claws the size of a hawk's grabs Jonathan around his waist, its other hand covering his mouth, leaving a large gash on his cheek. It roughly grabs him and drags him down the stairs as his shirt is caught on a loose nail on the steps. He screams loudly from pain as he is encased in fire, his entire body turning to ashes and disappearing, the last sight being his mother's smiling face as she shows her impossibly sharp teeth larger than any wild animal.