I couldn’t move. Couldn’t back away. Couldn’t take my eyes off him. A living, breathing monster. At least ten feet tall. Standing inside the locked room. I gaped at his big, furry body. A body like a gorilla—with leaves and tree roots and sand tangled in his fur. His head was scaly, with snapping rows of jagged alligator teeth. A foul stench filled the room. The putrid smell of decay. The smell of the swamp. My stomach heaved. The creature raised his eyes to me—bulging eyes set into the sides of his enormous head. He held me in his stare for a moment. Then he glanced down at his hairy paws—where he balanced a tall stack of pancakes. He began stuffing the pancakes into his mouth. Devouring them. Gnashing them with his jagged teeth. Still gripping the door handle, I stared at the monster as he ate. He jammed another stack of pancakes down his throat. He swallowed them whole and grunted with pleasure. His horrible alligator eyes went wide. The thick veins in his neck throbbed as he ate.
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