“I bet that was just Lurch.” “What the hell is a ‘Lurch?’” “He’s one of the cultists. They hang out around these parts. They don’t have real names. Part of their sacred rules. No labels from their pre-cult lives. I give them all nicknames to keep track. Lurch is the tall one. Like, basketball player tall. I bet that’s who you saw.” The man said this next part in an emotionless, matter-of-fact tone, like a news anchor reporting war death statistics. “The thing I saw out there reached down from the top of the trees, wrapped a tentacle around her boyfriend’s neck, and pulled him into the branches
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