Alan Dean Foster
It reached the bottom of the steps and seemed to hesitate. Dave reminded himself that this was only a ,part, of whatever monstrosity rested on the floor above, fishing for them. Then, slowly, it began to move again. Towards their little hiding place, their last refuge of sanity. He prayed silently to the others, not daring to whisper. Don't scream. Whatever you do, think, feel, ,don't scream,. As though she read his thoughts he noticed that Julie had placed her other hand tighly over Flip's mouth. It wasn't necessary. The boy had fainted.,He dimly recalled the distant voice of Martin Birch, screaming over the phone. ,"It's all around the house!"
Horror,Fiction,Lovecraftian,Cthulhu Mythos
The Horror On The Beach