Ellie glanced away from the huge spiral covered wall. It made her feel sick and giddy.
Crunch!
She froze for a moment, then gently lifted her foot. Oops! Sorry, little snail.
A wet pop sounded beside her. But… she’d have noticed that stuck to the side of the wall, right? Snails can’t be that big.
A thousand sharp little teeth glinted on the long tongue.
It scraped the skin off her arms and face, and she sank to the ground, a wailing, writhing ball of agony and blood. And there she remained for hours since snails only eat decomposing matter.
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