The Horror Revealed
The turning point came on Day 30. It was another late night. Mark went into the kitchen, just like he had a month prior. But this time, he didn’t use the microwave light. He flipped the main switch. The light flooded the room, illuminating every corner. For a second, the floor seemed to *move*.
It wasn’t one shadow this time. It was five. Ten. Maybe more. They scattered instantly, diving under the fridge, under the stove, into the cracks of the pantry door. These weren’t the giant one he killed before; these were smaller, faster, and everywhere. Mark stood frozen, his skin crawling. The memory of the crunch 30 days ago came rushing back, and a sinking feeling hit his stomach.