By Ian Wilson … It was hard to describe; it wasn’t human, nor was it like any animal I had ever seen, like a parody of biology, a satanic practical joke. Its gawky body was ink-black. Multiple eyes blazed out of its head. Its mouth, if you could call it a mouth, was a mass of dripping tentacles. I screamed. Holding my rosary aloft, I shouted, “In Christ’s name, get back!”

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