It was a shriek of cold-blooded insect rage and pain, a completely inhuman shriek, as if it came from a gristly throat lined with black hairs. It was so dark that I could scarcely see. But I could make out Dan, his bald head shining in what little light there was, and I could make out my largest pipe-wrench held over his head. He was shouting ‘Yaaahh! Yaaahh!’ in a voice that was supposed to be threatening but was almost falsetto with fear. Behind him, in the shadows, I saw something else. Something bulky and heavy, with arms that waved with the slow-motion of things that usually dwell beneath
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