The cryptid didn't move. Didn't give any indication that it'd heard. It just... stayed.
The kitchen lights hummed up in the ceiling. For a second, they flickered, dimmed to a grey-brown. Old electrics.
Shawn stepped forward, further into the kitchen until he could glance around the shelving immediately behind the door. He looked to the left, wanting to check if this cryptid had any friends.
He didn't see it, but he felt something change. Sudden, instinctive. He stopped, snapping back to look ahead again.
The cryptid had moved. It was standing now, and its back was to them, though its head was turned as though it had started glancing over its shoulder. That was fast — faster than a living thing had any right to be.
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Date: 2015-08-05 01:54 pm (UTC)The kitchen lights hummed up in the ceiling. For a second, they flickered, dimmed to a grey-brown. Old electrics.
Shawn stepped forward, further into the kitchen until he could glance around the shelving immediately behind the door. He looked to the left, wanting to check if this cryptid had any friends.
He didn't see it, but he felt something change. Sudden, instinctive. He stopped, snapping back to look ahead again.
The cryptid had moved. It was standing now, and its back was to them, though its head was turned as though it had started glancing over its shoulder. That was fast — faster than a living thing had any right to be.
"Jesus," Shawn muttered.