Interlude 3

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While the whole place was sleeping peacefully, something was moving in the baskets full of dirty clothes that Ethel stowed under the stairs. It was filled with Connie’s robe and Nick’s garments. Something that would make Connie howl in grief.

As it were, the robe that had spatters of green demon blood was now miraculously clean. No trace of the foul thing anywhere. The basket wobbled and a sphere the size of a mouse leapt out of it.

“Brrbblll…”

It was the poison slime that attacked Martell and Nick, only now it was a great deal smaller.

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Its instinct detected a possible prey near where it was. Down in the basement.

With great care, it spilled from step to step, gradually going down until it was in front of a wooden door. It slipped in through the gap on the floor and reappeared behind it.

The smell of a dying beast.

It was sensitive to it. And that beast was on the table.

It was getting hungrier by the second. The smell of blood almost made it go into a frenzy. It understood that it was still small and took a careful approach. Slowly going up the table leg like a snail. Stretching and retracting its body up its coarse wooden leg.

The beast moaned. The sound it made was lethargic. A very weak prey,thus a good prey. And It was big. Big enough for it to gain its normal size.

The small slime went around until it found a hole big enough for it to enter and with great hunger, entered the hole.

Derrick, who had been left half awake and half asleep from the drugs that Connie tested on him for most of the time he was captive there, grunted when he felt something cold enter his ear.

He slept, thinking that his ear was strangely chilly.

Blissfully unaware of his impending death. Not knowing that by morning, the man called Derrick would disappear from this world.