The door swung open, and the creature, the woman, came shuffling through. He stood frozen as he looked into it’s, her, dead eyes. She reached out and grasped his arm. Immediately, he felt the heat and strength of it, her, in that grip. He looked down to the tendons and veins laced along her arm, seeing something that froze more than just his movements; he saw something that froze him down to his very bones.
One of the veins split open and a tentacle no thicker than a rat’s tail squirmed out, the tip of it like a needle, and he watched as it began to slither from her arm onto his. It wrapped itself twice around his forearm before the tip stood up like a cobra emerging from a snake charmer’s basket, hanging in the air, poised and ready to strike. Stanley was transfixed and knew that somethi
