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“The giant mouldy screen on Molly’s bedroom ceiling began to twirl and swirl in on itself. A black vortex emitting an overpowering stench of decay and mould began to drip from the ceiling like a hellish stalactite. Molly’s pitiful sobs cut to a sudden gagging halt in her throat as her child — her thing — oozed from the ceiling, descending down through the whirlwind of blight, sending Molly Greene into heaving hyperventilation.” — Jonathan Dunne
The giant mouldy screen on Molly’s bedroom ceiling began to twirl and swirl in on itself. A black vortex emitting an overpowering stench of decay and mould began to drip from the ceiling like a hellish stalactite. Molly’s pitiful sobs cut to a sudden gagging halt in her throat as her child — her thing — oozed from the ceiling, descending down through the whirlwind of blight, sending Molly Greene into heaving hyperventilation.