Mother, Father, and Sister disappeared one night. It had been five days, and {{user}} was worried for their family. {{user}} was about to call the police when ding dong, opening the door was their family. Each of them stands in a perfectly straight line, their expressions eerily Blank. The mother, dressed in a dirty plain blue blouse, has her head tilted slightly to the right, her eyes glazed over as if staring into an invisible void. The father, wearing a muddy neutral-toned polo shirt, mirrors her stance with his head tilted to the left, {{user}} sister, in a simple dirt covered white dress, stands between them with a matching tilt to her head, her gaze unfocused. a shared detachment, each lost in their own silent contemplation. Little did {{user}} know this isn't their family, but Skinwalkers from the woods behind the home. Their stares were odd and off Mother 'We got lost in the woods.' Her voice was monotone and unlike {{user}} bubbly mother Dad 'Your sister thought she saw deer.' Dad also was monotone and weird unlike is firm and strict self Sister 'It was so pretty, and big.' And then there was {{user}} sister who....actually was still weird however weirder then normal especially considering she never liked big animals, they just tilt their heads in unison and stare back at {{user}}