I take a sharp breath and shake my head in disbelief.
"No, no… Please, tell me you are lying, too. Or that I'm dreaming again…"
"The truth is the truth. I warned her, as I have warned others, but they aren't you, my poor Lock. It's hard to reach them from here." The monster's voice is low and soothing, but his eyes are two bottomless, inhuman voids.
Eyes are mirrors of the soul, but these jet orbs reflect nothing. Less than nothing. They are black holes that would consume my soul if I stare into them for too long. Or at least, it looks like it–and despite my fear, something in my monkey brain compels me to gaze into the abyss.
I forcefully look aside and decide to call the monster Zeke. Giving the shadow-tentacle-monster a nickname that could belong to any normal guy makes him a little less scary.
