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He was stronger than it was. One more tug and he would be free.

And lay there, pressed against the damp concrete, waiting to catch his breath.

The next morning, after a fitful, restless sleep, Evan brought the pad of yellow lined paper and a marker to the breakfast table.

Completely bewildered by her reaction, Evan slid his chair back and jumped up. She rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a playful shove.

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

He pulled his head up just as the green gunk began to cover his face.

And lay there, pressed against the damp concrete, waiting to catch his breath.

Evan gripped the side of the tub with both hands, held on to it tightly, and began to force himself up. Up, up from the clinging, pulling ooze. Up from the strange force that seemed to be drawing him back with renewed power.

"Don't mention cat to me," Evan muttered. He shoved the bowl of cereal aside and pointed to the pad in his hand.

"I don't care about your stupid roughage," Evan said moodily, knowing she couldn't hear him. He pointed to the pad again, and then began to write, scribbling quickly in big, black letters.

And lay there, pressed against the damp concrete, waiting to catch his breath.

He put down the marker and held the pad up close to her face.

Gripping the sides of the tub, he was moving upward, pulling himself, hoisting himself, straining with all of his strength.

He put down the marker and held the pad up close to her face.

He was stronger than it was. One more tug and he would be free.

The green substance rose up even higher, as if it were reaching up to him, reaching to drag him back down into it.

I HAVE A PROBLEM, he wrote. I NEED YOUR HELP. THE BATHTUB DOWNSTAIRS IS OVERFLOWING WITH GREEN MONSTER BLOOD AND I CAN'T STOP IT.

I HAVE A PROBLEM, he wrote. I NEED YOUR HELP. THE BATHTUB DOWNSTAIRS IS OVERFLOWING WITH GREEN MONSTER BLOOD AND I CAN'T STOP IT.

"No" Evan screamed aloud as the green gunk bubbled up to his neck.

"Don't mention cat to me," Evan muttered. He shoved the bowl of cereal aside and pointed to the pad in his hand.

"No" he managed to scream as the warm, green ooze slid over his shoulders.

With a relieved sigh, he dropped over the side of the tub onto the cool basement floor.

Pulling him. Pulling him down.

Then he struggled to twist his body, to twist himself around in it. With great effort, panting loudly, hoarse cries escaping his open lips, he pulled himself up into a sitting position.

Yes He was beating it.

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