Doc heard scuffling down by his feet.
“What now? Rats, I suppose, come to feast on my flesh.” He reached around for a rock to throw but found nothing. “Begone, vermin!” The scuffling got louder.
Suddenly, he heard a different sound from the same place, a distinctive sound that could not be mistaken for any other. Giggling.
Doc’s heart hammered in his chest. He meant to snap some words of defiance to try to intimidate, but before he could, his visitor scrambled forward.
Hands grabbed hold of Doc’s ankles and wrenched his legs straight with an iron grip. Then he heard a voice, high-pitched and girlish in the lightless void. “You’re mine now. All mine.”
And all of a sudden, there were many more hands, coming from all directions. And all of them were grabbing at him…