The Revenge of the Fiancé
The remote wasn't down there either, she usually leaves it down there.
Amanda searched everywhere in the living room and couldn't find it.
“Ah, here it is!”
She found it close to the underneath of the chair, sticking out only a little bit. Maybe just now, when Gregori watched TV, he didn't notice, so it fell down. She pulled out, turned on the television, an HBO science fiction series.
Under the table, a small gray-green arm, covered with water, was reaching out to grab her ankle. Amanda suddenly felt cold and pulled her legs up on the chair and circled. The hand was missing, so it fisted and withdrew under the chair immediately.
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