Hotel at Innsmouth (16)

Hearing them before she saw them. - The clammy sound of their feet. – The heavy breathing so alien in its combination of gasping, hissing and panting, surging. The dull thud of their steps reminding her of wet meat slapping against smooth stone; the alien rhythm combined with the obscene smell – growing stronger more potent invading her lungs and mind; O stared into the hoodwinking void. - Expressionless eyes, mouths opening and closing… limbs a strange parody of the human.