Amelia-May
One day Amelia-May noticed a little spot of something black on her wall. Being an intelligent girl, she quickly deduced that it was a mould of some kind.
On the next day, there were two spots.
And then four.
And then lots.
And then even more.
They grew together to form a clump and the clump grew to have a shape. The shape was alive. It stretched out an arm, and then another nine. Soon it covered the whole wall and spilled over her ceiling.
Fearing her mother may notice and be angry, Amelia-May peeled off the fat tentacles and bundled the mould into a bucket under her bed. She did her best to towel off the wallpaper. Falling asleep with the satisfaction of a job well done, little Amelia was horrified upon waking up to see that the thing had been very active overnight. It had escaped the bucket and slid bulging tentacles all the way through her door and down the stairs.
One hung out of a window.
One twitched on the pillow, inches away from her face.
Gripping the banisters, she picked her way stickily across the surface of the thing to get downstairs. Amelia-May didn’t feel fear - oh no. It didn’t appear to have fangs or even a mouth so as far as she was concerned it hardly qualified as a monster.
Still, it was a little unnerving the way it felt as though it were still growing beneath her feet.
In fact, was it growing underneath her feet or over her feet?
Neither. It was growing INTO her feet. It grew through her whole body until her bones and flesh and organs were part of the pulsating mass.
After that, as Amelia-May stretched out tentacle after tentacle, she could only think to grow.
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