HELENA.
One moment I was questioning my reality, hoping that the sounds I heard were caused by the constant exposure to deoxygenated air. The next, Aaron was sent flying at a hundred miles per hour, crashing into basically all the bookshelves.
I yelled in horror, clutching my flashlight. Whatever it was that threw him with such force was standing behind me. I could feel its hot breath. Gosh it stank. But I couldn't move. I couldn't turn around and pray that this was all a dream.
I stood there, praying, watching, hoping.
Something wet slithered down my neck. I flinched, stepping forward, and trying to turn around slowly. I was whimpering, sweating, my knees were buckling, and I was finding it hard to breathe.
The creature was massive, at least 20 feet tall, staring down at me with hun
