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datatime: 2022-10-06 11:58:29 Author:QFIxWOcV

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.

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

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

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

Pulling him. Pulling him down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, well," Kathryn greeted him, placing a bowl of shredded wheat in front of him, "you certainly look like something the cat dragged in" She laughed, shaking her head.

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

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

His writing caught her interest. She moved around the table and stood behind him, her eyes on the pad as he wrote his desperate message.

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

"Don't let your cereal get soggy," Kathryn scolded, reaching to push the bowl back to him. "You get more of the vitamins that way. And it's good roughage."

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

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.

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

It's got me, he realized.

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

His writing caught her interest. She moved around the table and stood behind him, her eyes on the pad as he wrote his desperate message.

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

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