I stepped back but Harlan moved forward. He slammed his boot down onto the foul thing. It broke in two, part under his boot, part exposed. A horrible smell, like rotten fish, rushed towards us. The meaty squelch seemed to swallow up the silence.
The silence. The breathing stopped. The remainder of the flesh thing slammed back into the jaws, and the thing itself stopped moving. Silence stretched, from the room, between the two of us. The thing, the tongue or tendril, still twitched and squirmed under Harlan’s foot. With a grunt, he kicked it back into the darkness.
“Disgusting animals,” He hissed.
I backed away, not from the darkness, but from Harlan. His gaze raised towards me, and he smiled.
The music played on.
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