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The
generator
died
.
Jim
came
out
just
as
Norm
ducked
under
the
door
.
He
saw
it
.
So
did
I
.
So
did
Ollie
.
A
tentacle
came
over
the
far
lip
of
the
concrete
loading
platform
and
grabbed
Norm
around
the
calf
.
My
mouth
dropped
wide
open
.
Ollie
made
a
very
short
glottal
sound
of
surprise
-
uk
!
The
tentacle
tapered
from
a
thickness
of
a
foot-the
size
of
a
grass
snake-at
the
point
where
it
had
wrapped
itself
around
Norm
's
lower
leg
to
a
thickness
of
maybe
four
or
five
feet
where
it
disappeared
into
the
mist
.
It
was
slate
gray
on
top
,
shading
to
a
fleshy
pink
underneath
.
And
there
were
rows
of
suckers
on
the
underside
.
They
were
moving
and
writhing
like
hundreds
of
small
,
puckering
mouths
.
Norm
looked
down
.
He
saw
what
had
him
.
His
eyes
bulged
.
"
Get
it
off
me
!
Hey
,
get
it
off
me
!
Christ
Jesus
,
get
this
frigging
thing
off
me
!
"
"
Oh
my
God
,
"
Jim
whimpered
.
Norm
grabbed
the
bottom
edge
of
the
loading
door
and
yanked
himself
back
in
.
The
tentacle
seemed
to
bulge
,
the
way
your
arm
will
when
you
flex
it
.
Norm
was
yanked
back
against
the
corrugated
steel
door-his
bead
clanged
against
it
.
The
tentacle
bulged
more
,
and
Norm
's
legs
and
torso
began
to
slip
back
out
.
The
bottom
edge
of
the
loading
door
scraped
the
shirttails
out
of
his
pants
.
He
yanked
savagely
and
pulled
himself
back
in
like
a
man
doing
a
chin-up
.
"
Help
me
,
"
he
was
sobbing
.
"
Help
me
,
you
guys
,
please
,
please
.
"
"
Jesus
,
Mary
and
Joseph
,
"
Myron
said
.
He
had
come
out
of
the
generator
compartment
to
see
what
was
going
on
.
I
was
the
closest
,
and
I
grabbed
Norm
around
the
waist
and
yanked
as
hard
as
I
could
,
rocking
back
on
my
heels
.
For
a
moment
we
moved
backward
,
but
only
for
a
moment
.
It
was
like
stretching
a
rubber
band
or
pulling
taffy
.
The
tentacle
yielded
but
gave
up
its
basic
grip
not
at
all
.
Then
three
more
tentacles
floated
out
of
the
mist
towards
us
.
One
curled
around
Norm
's
flapping
red
Federal
apron
and
tore
it
away
.
It
disappeared
back
into
the
mist
with
the
red
cloth
curled
in
its
grip
and
I
thought
of
something
my
mother
used
to
say
when
my
brother
and
I
would
beg
for
something
she
did
n't
want
us
to
have-candy
,
a
comic
book
,
some
toy
.
"
You
need
that
like
a
hen
needs
a
flag
,
"
she
'd
say
.
I
thought
of
that
,
and
I
thought
of
that
tentacle
waving
Norm
's
red
apron
around
,
and
I
got
laughing
.
I
got
laughing
,
except
my
laughter
and
Norm
's
screams
sounded
about
the
same
.
Maybe
no
one
even
knew
I
was
laughing
except
me
.
