The Waydowns

A haunted house, a buried UFO, and a love life that doesn’t stand a chance.
Domestic bliss is hard enough. Add a flying saucer under the floorboards and murderous ghosts in the hallway, and you can kiss normal goodbye.
But things are about to get worse. Much worse. Because what lurks beneath the house isn’t just alien, it’s sick. A plague festers in the saucer’s depths, and anyone who gets too close risks a melting death that’s as slow as it is hideous.
This isn’t home sweet home. This isn’t happily ever after. And it damn sure ain’t Disneyland.
"She’s not coming. It’s too late now. Blood gushes from his empty arm socket, splashing onto the deck. He hears the pounding and tearing at the hatch cover. It wants the rest of him."