I said 'just stay out of the cornfield, there's a killer on the loose...'
Something has been lurking in the cornfield for the past week, growing and maturing and regrouping. Tonight, at roughly midnight, they venture out of the safety of that familiar place for the first time.
They are indistinct shadows in the darkness, slithering and stalking and loping around the outside of the barracks as they investigate the walls curiously. It's impossible to make out a real silhouette, possibly because they don't keep any one form for more than a few seconds - in the moonlight, their skin is hairless and sickly gray, bubbling like boiling lead as their bodies twist bonelessly into new shapes.
A half-dozen of them finally reassemble outside the gate, and seem to hesitate for a minute or two, debating among themselves in whispers and hisses and gurgles. Finally, one flattens its body and squeezes like mercury through the cracks in the gate, chuckling to itself, and the others follow, one by one.
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They are indistinct shadows in the darkness, slithering and stalking and loping around the outside of the barracks as they investigate the walls curiously. It's impossible to make out a real silhouette, possibly because they don't keep any one form for more than a few seconds - in the moonlight, their skin is hairless and sickly gray, bubbling like boiling lead as their bodies twist bonelessly into new shapes.
A half-dozen of them finally reassemble outside the gate, and seem to hesitate for a minute or two, debating among themselves in whispers and hisses and gurgles. Finally, one flattens its body and squeezes like mercury through the cracks in the gate, chuckling to itself, and the others follow, one by one.
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