END OF PART 7
COMING NEXT
Liam pressed back against the rough trunk, his head turned to the right, trying to make out shapes in the gloom but barely able to see his own two feet.
A twig cracked. Liam thought he saw movement, a black shambling figure. The moment he saw it, it saw him and let out a low, mournful moan. The shuffling intensified, quickened, changing direction and coming toward him. Liam whimpered and tore away from his hiding place, fumbling to switch on his flashlight.
Liam ran.
The tale continues in Innerworld.
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