I heard a crash, but the storeroom was empty #except for a pile of mannequin parts on the floor. One of the hands began to #creep toward me of its own #volition. I’d always laughed at disembodied hands in horror films–I’d never have the chance again.
I stand at the edge of the dock, worn boards warm beneath my feet, poised to dive into the sapphire water, when a flash of something pale and smooth catches my eye. Is that a tentacle? I take a step back as it glides toward the surface.