The creature in front of him seemed to have crawled out straight from his worst nightmares, with strangely elongated arms and legs and a hideous smile on its face, it was enough to make George scream in terror with a single look.
And when the thing was only a foot away from him, with his brother's head grasped in its elongated fingers as if it wondered whether or not it should crush the thing, the horror was magnified by a hundred times.
What made him really piss his pants, however, was the unmistakable face on the thing. Even if it was far more hideous now than he ever remembered, it was still unmistakably that of the dead girl Michelle.
"I—"
The thing didn't give him a chance to talk at all, as it jumped across the table and clutched his neck in its grasp, strangling him as he struggled futilely. The thing seemed to have infinite strength, however, and he could only powerlessly plead with his gaze his vision went dark.
