By Nigel G. Mitchell
Nate Connors stumbled through the basement for the light switch when he felt it. In the darkness, something slimy and thick brushed against his arm.
As it slithered away, Connors' whole body went rigid with fear. He could hear something rustling in the shadows behind him, along with the splatter of something wet dragging on the floor.
Connors began to run, ignoring the pain of his shins banging against boxes. He could hear the thing moving faster behind him.
He groped along the wall until his fingers found the light switch. He flicked it on, turned, and screamed as he saw--
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