Day 2,483

It might not have been human any more but it still had a few human habits drilled into its head, a few common courtesies that it hadn't managed to shake off and it was only these minor social intricacies that meant she'd outlived everyone else in the small countryside hostel.

Everything had seemed so normal during the day, just another quaint little stop somewhere just past the Scottish border on their trip to the warmer beaches on the far south of England. It may have been early in the summer months but it seemed like everybody had the same idea and they were lucky enough to book the last room in the house.

Dinner was uneventful, just some meaty stew and a local brew that tasted as mild as the other but went down easy enough at least. One-by-one the dining room cleared and all the guests trickled away into their rooms for the night. All was quiet, calm and perfectly normal til the sun went down.

Soon as the sun finished setting, the sole member of staff dropped the plates they'd been washing as every bone in their body cracked, shifted and settled into something somewhat human, mostly other. Even their eyes went from a washed out blue to bloodshot grey in a matter of seconds.

The hunt began as the guests gradually awoke to the sounds of screaming cut short and the wet squelch of teeth digging into heavily bleeding flesh. Sunrise was six hours away which was usually more than enough time to clear the hostel ready for fresh guests the next day and fresh meat for the stew.

This was not a usual night unfortunately. This would be the night that someone dared to survive by hiding in locked bathrooms, pretending to be on the phone and pouring drink after drink after drink til the wretched monster was incoherent and sobbing into bloodstained carpets as it tried and failed to complete the hunt.

There would no longer be fresh guests or fresh meat for tomorrow's stew.