The Clouds of Blood.

I peacefully dozed in a hot bath. The radio was babbling something about octopuses in the city water system. Like they have no bones and can squeeze through narrow tubes.

What a load of...

Something pushed at the bath plug so forcefully that it flew out of the water. Greyish cord of living flesh appeared out of the drain and found me. Instantly octopus’s arm weaved itself around my leg, hardened into solid steel wire and pulled.

I screamed and tried to get out of the bathtub. Starch white bone emerged through the clouds of blood; my leg was stripped clean of meat.

But I was not going anywhere. More arms wrapped around my body and pulled one last time.


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