Things Slip Through
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We ran out of the room . . . but seconds later found ourselves standing around the pentagram facing each other, hordes of flies buzzing at our feet. We couldn’t move or speak, our muscles clenched in fear. Sweat glistened on Fitzy’s face; tendons strained in Bill’s neck as my fingernails dug into my palms.
And there was something there, moving down the hallway. A heavy body sliding toward us, and though it seemed to last forever, it never got any closer.
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