

The Mimic in the Cul-de-Sac (Final part)
A figure emerged from the darkness at the end of the hall. It was walking on all fours, its limbs bent at impossible, jagged angles. It had the dark, shadowy silhouette of his dog, but as it stepped into the pale moonlight, Liam saw its face. It was his own face, distorted and grinning, staring back at him.
