The house was quiet. It always seemed to be now. Five years had gone by faster than Matthew had originally thought. He somberly crept into his parents old study. It was exactly the same as when they left. Everything was neat and proper if you didn't mind the books scattered about and the intense amount of dust that had accumulated over the years. Matthew sighed and sat himself down in the cobweb-covered swivel chair in front of his parents' desk, throwing dust off of the seat in the process.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Motel Six matchbook. He never used the electrical lights in the room for reasons he still couldn't figure out. Maybe it would creep him out too much. Who knows? He struck the match, leaned forward, and lit the wick of a candle that was only burned when he came in here, and that wasn't very often. Obviously it wouldn't light the whole room given its small size, but it gave off enough brightness to see a bit around himself.
Quietly, towards the corner of the room farthest from the candle, there sprouted two spots of black flames. The rose and spread silently, but they burned nothing. Within seconds they'd taken semi-humanoid forms.
Matthew sighed once more. He didn't like coming into this room, but he had to do it. He likened it to a holy pilgrimage of sorts. He buried his face in his hands and began to weep loudly.
The first form had two legs, a midsection which had its arms crossed in the manner of someone being in a strait jacket, but its arms were submerged in its body and looked as if they were trying to break free. Its head was totally different from that of a normal person's as well. The head, if that's what you could call it, was tilted almost as if the neck had been broken. There was no visible face. The only thing that was present was an open mouth that showed the teeth it owned while its tongue frantically flailing about.
The second form was standing on its hands with its body arched as far back as possible without tipping over, liked a trained gymnast. Where the head was supposed to be there was none. The belly of the creature was beginning to split down the middle and blood was starting to flow. The breaking and splintering of the ribs could be seen, but not heard.
Matthew had stopped crying now. He sat facing the wall and watched the shadows from the candle light dance. It was somewhat comforting to him and reminded him of when they would lose power during an intense thunderstorm. The candles would be lit all over the house and he would watch the shadows play until the lights came back on.
The creatures began to move. They stumbled at first, resembling the awkward first steps of a child. They gained their footing soon and inched closer tand closer to Matthew's position.
Matthew turned his gaze from the show on the wall to the portrait of his paretns that stood on top of the cabinet nearest to the bed; all were covered almost entirely in dust. No matter how dusty the room became Matthew could not bring himself to clean it.
The creatures, making the distance entirely in stealth, were finally within reach of Matthew. They crept forward, inching slowly as if they were frightened of making a sound. The second creature lifted one hand off the ground and grasped the back of the swivel chair.
"Mom, Dad," Matthew started, his voice beginning to break, "It's been a while since your last visit. You're both looking better." The first creature began to slobber and slither its tongue uncontrollably now. The second's split began to widen even more than before as well. "I think I'm ready now." Matthew got up from the chair and turned to face the creatures face-to-face. He stepped into the body cavity of the second creature while the first one widened its mouth and placed it gently over Matthew's head. "I love you both," Matthew managed to say before the mouth and body clamped shut. Matthew's blood sprayed wildly and encompassed the room. The portrait became drenched in the scarlet, think liquid and the rain of blood had doused the candle, finally returning everything to darkness.