Probably you don't want to meet anyone. You shrink back against the wall, retreating from the windows, then scamper down the other side of the house to the far corner. It's dark, and the rocks on the ground hurt your bare feet.
Your eyes are better adjusted to the dark by now. You can make out a wall in front of you, and you trot over to it. If you can get to the top and skirt the outside, back around to the front gate ... But it's too high.
Something heavy drops to the ground behind you, and you spin around. The side of the house is dark, but you think you see something very large crouched on the ground. Shit. If there's a guard dog ... You swallow.
Something pants, loudly. You sidle along the wall. The dark stain by the house moves. You sidle along a few more feet. Dirt scrabbles beneath things that sound like claws. You crouch and stare at the thing. Maybe if you can get a punch in ...
Then something touches your shoulder. You jump, but the thing hangs on, grasping at you. You look down, and in the gloom see a hand on your shoulder. It is very large, and hairy, with long, grasping fingers. Nails dig into your flesh.
You yelp, loudly, and jump away. Claws scrape down your bare back. You sprint along the side of the wall, and a noise like a hundred running feet explodes behind you. You round other corner of the house and run face first into a tree trunk. You reel back. A small, white building looms into view, and you run toward it.
Then the ground vanishes beneath your feet. You pitch forward, falling just long enough to feel yourself tumbling into mid air before you fetch up hard at the bottom on firm ground. Your bones jar and ache.
You scramble uselessly on the dirt, turning over fearfully; sharp stones scratch your hands and shins. You're in a large, deep hole, and the patch of open air above you is only marginally less dark than the walls of the pit.
But as you stare up, gaping and blinking, even the pale darkness above is blotted out. Something snuffles loudly. You shrink back against the ground.
In the darkness above, a small red globe appears. It wanders and revolves and then seems to open, revealing a yellow slit.
It looks like an eye.
Another globe appears, spins, opens. Another eye. Then a third. And a fourth. Your throat tightens, squeezing out something between a whimper and a suppressed shriek. More eyes appear, blinking into existence like infernal stars. A slit opens between and among them. Wider and wider it gapes. It is full of teeth. Rows and rows of fangs seem to recede without end down an infinite gullet.
Something wet and hot and sticky drips onto your upturned face. And then the thing drops onto you, swallowing you whole.
And that's just the start of very bad things. They get worse and worse, and they never end ...
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