They lowered the bucket into the well.
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The aim was to catch The Thing.
“Go on, Tigs, a little further.”
Tigs did as instructed, feeding the rope until a thud rang up the well in slow circles.
The darkness hit her before the realisation of deception.
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Regaining consciousness, Tigs watched yellow eyes prise themselves apart.
“Welcome,” it said. “You are The Thing now.”
Its talons scaled the wall, transforming back into a man with each spindly grasp.
Tigs looked down at her own hands, now covered in fur, claws protruding. It ate a rat from the bucket as the delicious patter of mischievous children above drew close.