The Fiend Beneath the Floor!
‘Twas later that night that I heard the noises; a faint scratching, like of some small innocent insect looking for shelter, naught extra. But then it grew, louder and extra insistent, joined by a hideous rasp like nothing of this earth.
“Demon! Torment me not!” I cried, clutching the amulet that Professor Witherspoon had entrusted to me. But the scratching grew ever louder, and the rasping voice, at first formless and incoherent, started to coalesce into human speech: “Feeeeeeed meeeeeee…”
Via Francois Schnell.
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