I'll be screwed” The driver said.

“Not as screwed as we'll be if that thing catches us” Monique retorted looking out the back window anxiously as the 'Thing' was almost upon them.

He hit the gas again, to propel the car forward, far faster than it was safe to do, but the creature followed them with no effort at all.

“Where are all the cars?” Monique asked. She suddenly noticed that the roads should be full of cars, but there didn't seem to be any.

Danny began running towards Monique in the cab ahead of him, the creature was almost on top of it and the cab didn't seem to be moving, its wheels were spinning but it remained stationary. The creature began flashing, what looked like blue pulsing veins were starting to rhythmically appear and disappear over where it's morphing 'all-shaped' body floated slowly to the cab. In the corner of his eyes he saw what he thought were shadows dancing from side to side. Were these the shadow figures Monique described? They seemed to always be where he wasn't directly looking, always just out of sight. He ran towards the stationary cab, his head and arm bleeding profusely, throbbing with an intensity he hadn't felt before. No matter how hard he ran he couldn't get there quickly enough. The creature rolled itself around the car, the cab seeming to ripple in perfect synchronisation, as if the exterior was made of jelly. Inside the car, Monique was screaming and the cab driver was trying to open the door to jump free, but was being sucked back by some invisible force. Monique tried the door as well, but was dragged back inside, she then desperately kicked at the window to break it. As she did this, she felt an all-pervading roar that seemed to arise not just all around the cab, but within it and her own mind too.

“Monique!” Danny screamed edging slowly closer, much too slow to be able to make any difference to what was unfolding before his eyes.

The creature and the cab were pulsating together as Danny heard static-like sounds slither into the air from the space around them. Then in what seemed like slow-motion to Danny, the all-formed but formless entity gradually started to fade, the blue flashes and strings of tentacle-like formations seemed to blink away, accompanied by a sudden pressurised 'whoosh' that caused Danny's ears to pop.  The cab appeared to turn itself inside out, the screams from Monique and the Cab Driver also seeming to turn inside out, echoing hauntingly down the road. Danny could make out what looked like dissected bodies intermingled with the cab itself. It looked like they had both been turned inside out along with the car and the space around it. Their desperate cries dissipated across the city, their last breaths chillingly audible for all to hear while their bodies lay inside out, twisted into an unrecognisable gruesome patterned network of organs and flesh. Then, in an instant, Danny's hideous view seem to rattle, the symbiosis of car and human emitting a piercing sound, and with that it seemed to disappear into a void, sucked away from existence. The void quickly reassembled the reality around it, as the creature retreated to its own domain, the road and landscape looking as pristine and trouble free as it had been only minutes before.

Danny dropped to his knees, the pain from his head wound searing through his forehead. He sat there stunned, he was so shocked that he was unable to bring any tears to his eyes; he was just staring straight ahead unable to comprehend what had happened.

He looked around at other people too, they were all looking at where the inside out human cab used to be, the same shocked expression on their faces. There was no way this was a hallucination, everyone had seen it. He sat there, shell-shocked, for what seemed like hours, his mind smacking confused thoughts from one side to the other, trying to make one of them fit some normal narrative of experience, but none of them did. He eventually got to his feet and saw that the police had arrived. Someone must have reported what had happened, but what do you say to explain this? That must have been one heck of a conversation.

The police gathered together all the witnesses and they took statements from everyone. They all described seeing the same extraordinary series of events, no matter their viewpoint. The police scratched their heads, utterly confused and examined the whole area. They could see no sign of anything ever happening, there were no tyre tracks, no marks on the road, other than Danny's stream of blood leading up the road. There was nothing to suggest anything at all had happened. They had over thirty scared and upset witnesses, all saying the same thing, so it seemed clear to them that something  had happened there.

It was Danny's turn to be questioned and he told them everything he could remember, no matter how weird it sounded. If he was going to be classed as weird then at least all of these other witnesses were weird too. He explained his relationship with Monique, what they had been doing that morning, where they'd been and what they talked about. The police officers had never heard such crazy tales, but the fact so many witnesses could corroborate this ludicrous chain of events clearly indicated that they all believed they saw the same thing.

They made their way back to the Sycamore Stop to investigate there, that was after all where everyone said it had started. They interviewed more people inside the bar, all clearly terrified. They told them of the strange form of the creature, as if it was reality itself in creature form, and about the other victims who had been sucked or eaten by whatever it was. The eye witnesses went on and on, the tales wild, but all saying the same thing. There was no evidence of anything in

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