He Was Right

The guard came running, hearing a shriek.

“Help me!”

A bloody tendril grabbed him. The impact of his body drawn through cell bars was a symphony of breaking bone.

“Lovecraft was right!” the prisoner screamed. “Oh God! He was—”

A crunch.


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