Blocking the Drain
Driven by pure instinct, Martha grabbed a drinking glass and slammed it down over the drain opening, trapping whatever was trying to emerge. She didn’t stop to think about what it was—she just knew she didn’t want it getting out. Her hand held the glass tightly in place while her other hand fumbled for the phone.
She quickly called animal control, her voice shaky but urgent. Her heart was thudding in her ears, and her whole body was tense. The creature under the glass shifted again, making her gasp. She didn’t dare look down. She just stared straight ahead, frozen in place, praying help would come soon.
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