Suddenly you hear it—a little knock at the door. Soft and slow, near the bottom. After a moment, there’s a tiny cough.
And the neighbors glared at you, of course, because they think it’s your fault.
Mom lifted her arms and all the cutlery leapt from the drawers. A few stray forks impaled the zucchini she’d been slicing before the ruckus began.
“Horrifying, right?” the cultist grinned. “You’re about to be driven to the brink of madness, yeah?”
“Oh…yeah. Absolutely,” Mo nodded, trying not to cringe
“Aren’t they marvelous!” Dr. Edderkop laughs, playing with the silvery strands they’ve left in her hair. She tugs out a tiny, silk-wrapped orb. “What a sweet gesture.”
It crawled out of its own pan on nine legs