Audible��Five Total Strangers �� | Natalie D. Richards

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datatime: 2022-09-26 20:49:17 Author:KvmdvUjr

"No" he managed to scream as the warm, green ooze slid over his shoulders.

Gripping the sides of the tub, he was moving upward, pulling himself, hoisting himself, straining with all of his strength.

"No" he managed to scream as the warm, green ooze slid over his shoulders.

Evan gripped the side of the tub with both hands, held on to it tightly, and began to force himself up. Up, up from the clinging, pulling ooze. Up from the strange force that seemed to be drawing him back with renewed power.

Then he struggled to twist his body, to twist himself around in it. With great effort, panting loudly, hoarse cries escaping his open lips, he pulled himself up into a sitting position.

Pulling him. Pulling him down.

Completely bewildered by her reaction, Evan slid his chair back and jumped up. She rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a playful shove.

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

The green substance rose up even higher, as if it were reaching up to him, reaching to drag him back down into it.

I HAVE A PROBLEM, he wrote. I NEED YOUR HELP. THE BATHTUB DOWNSTAIRS IS OVERFLOWING WITH GREEN MONSTER BLOOD AND I CAN'T STOP IT.

"No" Evan screamed aloud as the green gunk bubbled up to his neck.

When he looked up, Sarabeth stood a few feet away, her head cocked to one side, her yellow eyes peering into his, an expression of supreme satisfaction on her dark feline face.

"No" Evan screamed aloud as the green gunk bubbled up to his neck.

"Well, well," Kathryn greeted him, placing a bowl of shredded wheat in front of him, "you certainly look like something the cat dragged in" She laughed, shaking her head.

�� "I don't care about your stupid roughage," Evan said moodily, knowing she couldn't hear him. He pointed to the pad again, and then began to write, scribbling quickly in big, black letters.

I HAVE A PROBLEM, he wrote. I NEED YOUR HELP. THE BATHTUB DOWNSTAIRS IS OVERFLOWING WITH GREEN MONSTER BLOOD AND I CAN'T STOP IT.

He pulled his head up just as the green gunk began to cover his face.

His writing caught her interest. She moved around the table and stood behind him, her eyes on the pad as he wrote his desperate message.

With a relieved sigh, he dropped over the side of the tub onto the cool basement floor.

"Don't mention cat to me," Evan muttered. He shoved the bowl of cereal aside and pointed to the pad in his hand.

The green substance rose up even higher, as if it were reaching up to him, reaching to drag him back down into it.

Her lips were pursed tightly in concentration as she read what he had written. Then, as Evan stared eagerly up at her, her mouth spread into a wide smile. She tossed back her head and laughed.

Evan gripped the side of the tub with both hands, held on to it tightly, and began to force himself up. Up, up from the clinging, pulling ooze. Up from the strange force that seemed to be drawing him back with renewed power.

Pulling him. Pulling him down.

Looking up at her from the chair, seeing her pale face in the morning sunlight as she leaned over him in her gray flannel bathrobe, Kathryn suddenly looked very old to him. Only her eyes, those vibrant, blue eyes running quickly over his words, seemed youthful and alive.

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