The house next door is a blight on the neighborhood. The people within have fake smiles, but the neighbors whisper about their missing daughter.
Connie's father has no known name, but known effects. When Connie mentioned to her father that she is uneasy about the house next door, he doesn't hesitate.
George, her father's problem solver, showed up at her door with a five year old child who looked far too small to be that age. She had been locked in a cage in the basement. That house was burned down that night, and as far as the public is concerned, the occupants are dead.
Now Connie has a problem. The girl won't let go of her hand, or go far from her side. Connie feels her claws dig deep into her heart in less than a day.
Even her father is a bit wary at first. She asks herself what harm can a five year old girl do? She forgets that her father was once five years old, but no one asks what kind of harm he can do. Very few people remain alive who know what he is, let alone what he does.
This is a work in progress, an alternate version of My Daughter's Obsession, and one without the alien influence.