by Ghost » Mon May 11, 2020 5:16 pm
And slip into a crack he did, disappearing into the tiny space in the walls. Unfortunately, one of the shadowy tendrils follows him and blocks out what little light came through the little opening.
And in the pitch black Will can feel the sheer presence of the tendril expand as if it was all around him, eyes on his back no matter which way he turns, insubstantial but suffusing the very air around him...
Until a very much solid hand closes around him and yanks him out of the wall.