“Damn it,” Hank complained wishing he had a flash light so he could tell how deep the hole was. He needed to get that out of there before calling maintenance.
Placing a hand on both sides of the opening, he leaned further over the hole in an attempt to see where the joint had landed. His lips parted in a silent scream when a hideous, long fingered hand reached up from the darkness and gripped him by the hair of his head. He clawed at the hand and tried to franticly pry it out of his hair but fell forward when it tugged hard.
Hank’s terrified scream was abruptly cut off and silence once again reigned across the warehouse.
*****
Deciding to bypass the daytime hours for his friend’s sake, Storm brought Vincent out of the time warp and rematerialized them in the police department parking l
