There were few places he hated delivering to more than the old Isaac's place. It wasn't especially hard to get to and he didn't have to go there very often but every time he went, something ended up coming back with him and lingering around the post office.
They could be heard tapping on the windows and seen on the security cameras flipping letters into the wrong sacks. Absolute pests that they were, for the most part at least. There was one who kept trying to follow him back that he had to swerve and evade and break practically every traffic rule to lose in the twists and turns of the town - anything to stop it getting to the office.
From the distance he usually saw it at, it almost looked like four or five black sacks tied into the rough shape of a person and filled with countless squirming somethings that cried like children and used his name to beg for a freedom he didn't dare give them.
Last time he saw it, it was in the process of skinning and eating a dog. Dozens of little black arms had sprouted all over its body and were clawing at the dying critter, peeling it slowly... thoughtfully... while other limbs tore chunks off and retreated back into the overall mass.
He dreaded to think what it would do if it caught a person.
They could be heard tapping on the windows and seen on the security cameras flipping letters into the wrong sacks. Absolute pests that they were, for the most part at least. There was one who kept trying to follow him back that he had to swerve and evade and break practically every traffic rule to lose in the twists and turns of the town - anything to stop it getting to the office.
From the distance he usually saw it at, it almost looked like four or five black sacks tied into the rough shape of a person and filled with countless squirming somethings that cried like children and used his name to beg for a freedom he didn't dare give them.
Last time he saw it, it was in the process of skinning and eating a dog. Dozens of little black arms had sprouted all over its body and were clawing at the dying critter, peeling it slowly... thoughtfully... while other limbs tore chunks off and retreated back into the overall mass.
He dreaded to think what it would do if it caught a person.
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