Septer watched as the tentacles grew larger and larger. The tentacles grew more defined, forming suckers that helped the tentacles clamber higher and higher up Denny’s body. She began to run toward him with her tool in her hand, but by the time she had reached him Denny had fallen, asphyxiated after the tentacles had wrapped around his neck and squeezed the very life from him. his body shook and quaked as the tentacles continued to grow, the suckers clamping on him like mouths. Septer felt queazy as she watched while Denny’s body shrivelled like so much rotten fruit.