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Other
tentacles
now
crept
and
crawled
over
the
floor
inside
.
There
were
too
many
near
the
button
that
controlled
the
loading
door
to
even
think
of
approaching
it
.
One
of
them
closed
around
a
half-liter
bottle
of
Pepsi
and
carried
it
off
.
Another
slipped
around
a
cardboard
carton
and
squeezed
.
The
carton
ruptured
and
rolls
of
toilet
paper
,
two-packs
of
Delsey
wrapped
in
cellophane
,
geysered
upward
,
came
down
,
and
rolled
everywhere
.
Tentacles
seized
them
eagerly
.
One
of
the
big
ones
slipped
in
.
Its
tip
rose
from
the
floor
and
it
seemed
to
sniff
the
air
.
It
began
to
advance
toward
Myron
and
he
stepped
mincingly
away
from
it
,
his
eyes
rolling
madly
in
their
sockets
.
A
high-pitched
little
moan
escaped
his
slack
lips
.
I
looked
around
for
something
,
anything
at
all
long
enough
to
reach
over
the
questing
tentacles
and
punch
the
SHUT
button
on
the
wall
.
I
saw
a
janitor
's
push
broom
leaning
against
a
stack-up
of
beer
cases
and
grabbed
it
.
Norm
's
good
hand
was
ripped
loose
.
He
thudded
down
onto
the
concrete
loading
platform
and
scrabbled
madly
for
a
grip
with
his
one
free
hand
.
His
eyes
met
mine
for
a
moment
.
They
were
hellishly
bright
and
aware
.
He
knew
what
was
happening
to
him
.
Then
he
was
pulled
,
bumping
and
rolling
,
into
the
mist
.
There
was
another
scream
,
choked
off
.
Norm
was
gone
.
I
pushed
the
tip
of
the
broom
handle
onto
the
button
and
the
motor
whined
.
The
door
began
to
slide
back
down
.
It
touched
the
thickest
of
the
tentacles
first
,
the
one
that
had
been
investigating
in
Myron
's
direction
.
It
indented
its
hide
-
skin
,
whatever-and
then
pierced
it
.
A
black
goo
began
to
spurt
from
it
.
It
writhed
madly
,
whipping
across
the
concrete
storage-area
floor
like
an
obscene
bullwhip
,
and
then
it
seemed
to
flatten
out
.
A
moment
later
it
was
gone
.
The
others
began
to
withdraw
.
One
of
them
had
a
five-pound
bag
of
Gaines
dog
food
,
and
it
would
n't
let
go
.
The
descending
door
cut
it
in
two
before
thumping
home
in
its
grooved
slot
.
The
severed
chunk
of
tentacle
squeezed
convulsively
tighter
,
splitting
the
bag
open
and
sending
brown
nuggets
of
dog
food
everywhere
.
Then
it
began
to
flop
on
the
floor
like
a
fish
out
of
water
,
curling
and
uncurling
,
but
ever
more
slowly
,
until
it
lay
still
.
I
prodded
it
with
the
tip
of
the
broom
.
The
piece
of
tentacle
,
maybe
three
feet
long
,
closed
on
it
savagely
for
a
moment
,
then
loosened
and
lay
limp
again
in
the
confused
litter
of
toilet
paper
,
dog
food
,
and
bleach
cartons
.
There
was
no
sound
except
the
roar
of
the
generator
and
Ollie
,
crying
inside
the
plywood
compartment
.
I
could
see
him
sitting
on
a
stool
in
there
with
his
face
clutched
in
his
hands
.
Then
I
became
aware
of
another
sound
.
The
soft
,
slithery
sound
I
had
beard
in
the
dark
.
Only
now
the
sound
wasmultiplied
tenfold
.
It
was
the
sound
of
tentacles
squirming
over
the
outside
of
the
loading
door
,
trying
to
find
a
way
in
.
Myron
took
a
couple
of
steps
towards
me
.
"
Look
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
got
to
understand
-
"
