“Marco!”
The Lock Ness Monster* #quote
Remember to trust your instincts. Except when they're completely
wrong. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Who Do They
Call?
I can barely
feel my legs. I'm trying to pull myself out of some strange mud. No,
not mud. Some kind of strange ooze. I should have just let myself
sink in. When I pull myself out I see misty white fogs in so many
different shapes. Some human-like. Some like animals. From something
as normal as an owl, to a massive spider. Yellow eyes appear all
through the mist beings and black arms come out, some poking and
prodding me.
“What an ugly
creature he is,” one of the creatures say with a voice made of
screams.
Another spoke
with a voice accompanied by a quake in my gut. “We need to get rid
of it. Get them here.”
One of the
spider shaped creatures vanished. I heard the ringing of a phone in
the distance. Words I couldn't make out. I just shivered in place for
an amount of time I couldn't quite guess at. My fear blurred my
perception of how long each moment lasted.
Some new
creatures of mist appeared. New shapes like lizards with some other
parts resembling tentacles and arms. They wore gray suits and from
one of their pockets they pulled out a strange machine with a dome
top.
“Don't worry,” one of them said. “We've dealt with plenty of
them before. We'll send this human back to the other side where it
belongs.” A hole in the machine opened up and it started sucking me
in. “Whenever you have a human in town, you know who to call.”
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