Something tickled the top of my head.
I batted it away.
It-cat swiveled its massive head, ears perking. It levered onto its hind legs, tail twitching. Giant paws came up, claws gleaming. For a stuffed toy, It-cat sure looked real.
Another ruffle-tap, this time sliding down the back of my neck. I slapped at it, expecting to feel a gossamer thread, with a burly eight-legged monster attached. I'm not usually afraid of spiders, but ugh--I figured the ones here would have at least 32 legs and 16 eyes. Okay, truth time: I'm terrified of those fanged freaks, even the ones small enough to dance on the head of a pin.
I smacked harder.
Instead of catching web, I felt coarse rope, bristly like twine. It danced again, up and down, a lasso trying to loop around my neck. I grabbed it with both hands and pulled, grunting with effort.
An unearthly shriek exploded in my left ear, followed by a surprised shout. I twisted sideways in time to avoid a falling it-person and the It-cat turned Hank the Hunter. The it-person was a solid chunk of skin and bones. It smelled like a marshmallow, clean and flavorless. Hank's breath reeked like a dumpster. Rotten vegetables, spoiled meat, crawling blue mold.
I kicked at them both, overbalancing. One ungainly twirl landed me in a heap on the floor. Gravel scraped bare flesh, brightly colored shards bounced against the glass, scratching it.
I stared at my feet covered in dark green chips...and something else.
Sticky. Dark. Blood.
Mine.
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Naomi
Mystery / ThrillerNaomi is trapped in the bottom of a fishbowl, along with a stuffed cat, someone she rudely calls Starfish-boy, and a creepy other-than-nothing that makes her want to Scream. This fantasy-sci-why is a locked room mystery where the author (that would...