A short prompted horror story from Gabriel Penn.
I need to run, but I can’t move. Why can’t I move? It’s in here with me, and here I am, stuck and unable to move. I can’t die, not now, not here. I have so much more to do. I want to live! Just a few days ago, I would’ve never believed what’s going on now. But I was getting a coffee, and suddenly I saw it, poking around one of the shelves. Nobody else noticed it but me. I thought I was going…