Chapter 2: Liar Liar
Nick flinched and raised his arms to protect himself. He heard something collide with a crunching sound. He didn't feel anything. No, he felt something pass by his head, and he felt his feet against the ground.
For whatever reason, the tentacle hadn't hit him. Or maybe...?
Nick slowly opened his eyes and glanced down.
'Still one piece.' The tentacle had not torn his body in half or anything.
'But then what was that crunchy sound?' Fully aware of the tentacle slowly withdrawing back to the house, Nick glanced behind him.
He frowned.
A big, green, bird-like thing lay squashed on the ground. The tentacle stopped retreating. It slowly reached for the bird, careful not to startle Nick again. It grabbed the bird and pulled it into the basement.
Nick looked on, unsure what to think. But he stepped back into the house.
That bird had tried to get a bite out of him. That's what it looked like, at least. And the tentacle had saved him.
If the tentacle wanted to eat him, he probably wouldn't be able to resist it. For now, tentacle monster or not, it seemed he was safer inside his house.
It had first given him a massage and then gone for the bird instead of him. He still grabbed the bat by the door, though as he looked into the darkness of the basement.