“Do you see me?” the boy whined, his face a puzzle of bad bones and sagging skin. “Are you lookin?” The thing limped faster now, its eyes angry, every movement a struggle. Like an insect, it shuddered toward him, chattering, losing its balance, falling, shambling. “I’m here, brother. Don’t go. It’s me. It’s me. Itsmeitsmeitsmeitsme.” Ben tried to step backward, but he couldn’t. His legs wouldn’t work.
