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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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