Just as I was praying that whatever was going to emerge should be anything but a giant sewer rat, a faint skittering sound echoed through the pulsing red tunnel.
That 'skittering' was already bad enough.
Even if it was faint, it still sounded like a threat, and then it grew louder.
I, as well as others I'm sure, froze in place.
Those who were new to entering a crack must've felt it; that eerie feeling crawling up their skin under the suit they were wearing.
Please don't be a big rat. Please don't be a big rat. I prayed again.
But then, something emerged from the haze.
It was not a rat. Thank goodness.
But... it was… limbs. Too many limbs, in fact.
It was thin, jointed in places where I couldn't even explain, and twitching like broken fingers glued back together wrong.
