Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37470851-20190324052322/@comment-36855838-20190325045252

I don't live in Florida, but it seems the end is nigh.

A swirling vortex of death replaced by a massive black circle, perfectly flat, and dripping some odd oily inky ooze onto the florida town below.

Stories come in, wild and vague, but always the words monster, and demon.

A knock at the door, but this early in the morning?

I open it up, the darkness hanging unnaturally thick over the front step.

"Hey, Dan!"

Oh, it's just Amy.

"Hi, what do you need so early?"

I can see she's dissheveled, her clothes torn, a strangely unbleeding wound on her neck.

She jumps me as soon as the door's closed, pounding my back against the foyer wall, leaning into me.

One deep kiss later, and her wound is slightly closed.

I feel something soft, her arms are covered in much thicker hair, and a second pair of ears has sprouted from her head.

She moves to open the door, beyond which many eyes glow.

"Truth is, I got bit."