October 22, 2015.

SPOOKTOBER STORY #16:

The thing heaved impossibly, my mind unable to comprehend its locomotion. It toppled towards me as if a collapsing building, climbing endlessly inwards or forward, joints buckling in sickly peristalsis, mouth-things forming silent invocations, rifts spitting and vanishing along vast semiorganic fissures. My last coherent thoughts before I finally went stark, raving mad: "this will make a dope spooktober story; can't wait for all those sweet likes and shares"