A wet, scraping sound echoed from the depths of the shaft. The thing below began to ascend. It didn't use hands or feet; it used its spine, arching its back against one wall and pushing its knees against the other, hitching itself upward with a sickening, rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack.
My Parents Claimed They Sacrificed My Missing Daughter to Save the Town—Then the Thing Wearing Her Face Crawled Out of the Walls
Chapter 7
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