John was not easily frightened. After all, he was a god-fearing man who had frequently been exposed to mutilated, stillborn abominations on his farm. But, what he found when he stepped inside his chicken coop -boots squelching in the fresh guts that coated its interior- was frankly disturbing. 

What had once been a chicken was now a singular bloodied egg the shape and size of a basketball. 

John’s face turned pale and a thin layer of cold sweat formed on his upper lip above his greasy, blonde moustache. 

Suddenly, a small crack appeared…

Then another. 

"Dear God..." 

John was terrified.