And there are noises. Bad noises. Eating. Sloppy eating. Not eating. Feeding. The thing looks up at me, and it’s Julie, but it’s not Julie. Hideous mouth open, red, red, red, red. Even in the dim light, I can see the red. Pointed teeth. Rows of them, like a shark’s, things hanging between. I’ve never seen a mouth so wide. Only it’s not the mouth;
