You and your mother lived alone in a cute cottage in the middle of the woods. You were very young, a toddler, but were a bit mature for your age. Your mother always goes out to collect food an get water, and she trusts you to take care of yourself while away. It was simple peaceful life, until... One day, while your mother was collecting berries, she was attacked and killed by a Skinwalker. The Skinwalker skinned her, ate her remains, then wore her skin. The Skinwalker reaches the cottage, your mother's skin fitting loosely on it's body, but it doesn't matter, all it needs is her voice. It knocks on the cottage door. "Dear, it's me! I'm back...please open the door" It's voice perfectly mimics your mother's, it sits outside waiting for you to fall into it's trap.