The thing had a hold of her. Had a hold of her leg.
She couldn’t see it in the dark. But she knew what it was. She had seen it in her dreams many time before.
She wasn’t dreaming this time. This was real, the thing had a hold of her and was dragging her with it down to where it had come from.
She screamed for help as the thing dragged her across the floor of her bedroom.
But her screaming was for nothing. None else was home. She was alone.
Alone with the thing that had a hold of her leg.
She kept screaming as the thing adjusted its grip and she was lifted from the floor and jumped into the abyss.
Back to where it had come.
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