Note: The following was written as part of ISLF friend Eric Douglas’ Halloween-themed 100-word-story challenge. Please visit Books By Eric for more spooky tales.
Jeffrey’s mother chucked up the covers and groaned, “What the hell?”
“Monster,” Jeffrey said. “In my room.”
“You’re too old for this.”
“Damn it, go to bed, you little bastard.” Her breath smelled of juniper.
Jeffrey went. He lay weeping as the room filled with the odor of rotting violets and a sickly light welled from beneath his bed and an encircling score of squelching tentacles slowly squeezed him to his mattress.
“I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE,” The Voice said from everywhere and nowhere.
“I know,” Jeffrey said. And he hugged the pseudopod’s squamous surface in return.