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THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER<br />

Worse still, Tragic Alex, as real as Shutty had been,<br />

as real as any of <strong>the</strong>m, had himself become darker,<br />

transparent, not quite in <strong>the</strong> room. Proximity to <strong>the</strong><br />

thing was making him more like it, and as he turned<br />

and saw it coming for him, all his mousy qualities<br />

magnified a thousand times. His humanity was nearly<br />

buried, save for <strong>the</strong> terror in his rat-like eyes.<br />

Before anyone could move, it, whatever it was, took<br />

hold of Tragic Alex, whatever he was, and began<br />

shredding him bit by bit, as if he were some paper<br />

wrapping that had gotten in <strong>the</strong> way of a single piece of<br />

food. It all unfolded in a dreadful silence until belief<br />

finally took hold of <strong>the</strong> victim and a screeching, rodent-like<br />

whining erupted from Alex’s snout.<br />

Dennison, still staggered and weak, pivoted on one<br />

foot and lunged for <strong>the</strong> shadow, crying, “Kleck! Help<br />

me!” But Kleck didn’t move—he just kept staring, his<br />

face filled with a grim fascination that Shutty took for<br />

sick pleasure. Thinking she might do something herself,<br />

Shutty grabbed for Alex, hoping to pull him away,<br />

but his arms had become thin and bony. She pulled<br />

harder, but with an audible click one came loose in her<br />

hands, <strong>the</strong>n vanished, or evaporated, from between her<br />

fingers.<br />

Dennison bowled into <strong>the</strong> shadow, just as she had<br />

so effectively with Jobe when she first entered <strong>the</strong><br />

room. But this thing repulsed her easily, raking <strong>the</strong> side<br />

of her head with one of its pincers. Apparently <strong>the</strong><br />

group’s only protector, she slumped to her knees and<br />

struggled to rise.<br />

By <strong>the</strong> time Shutty looked back from <strong>the</strong> fallen TA,<br />

<strong>the</strong>re was barely any trace of Tragic Alex left. Once his<br />

furry mouth was gone, <strong>the</strong>re was no more shrill screaming.<br />

The few white toilet-paper shards of his being that<br />

remained vanished into wisps of smoke, <strong>the</strong>n nothing.<br />

The lobstery shadow thing turned toward Shutty.<br />

She scuttled backwards on her hands and feet like a<br />

crustacean herself, moving so quickly she banged <strong>the</strong><br />

back of her head against <strong>the</strong> wall. All <strong>the</strong> while in <strong>the</strong><br />

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HAUNTING THE DEAD<br />

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