Chapter 29
Yet it wasn’t long before the warm glow coming from inside the caravan drew him back. He collected the bottle of petrol, and with wide eyes and a racing heartbeat, he peered inside and gasped
The interior of the caravan was a gaping throat of puckered flesh that stretched back further than was physically possible given the dimensions of the caravan, but then nothing about Leroy was easily explained. Thick tendrils hung out from between the puckers and as Nathan leaned in to get a better look they seemed to sense him and jerked to life, rising like cobras to the musician’s flute.
From deep in the bowels there came a low intermittent growl. Barely audible, but there nevertheless, were other noises—animal sounds and moans that could have been human. Once.