“Maxine?” I called hesitantly, bringing my flashlight to bear.

The pale, eyeless thing before me twisted upward, its flabby flesh swirling like frozen yogurt. A myriad of lips sprouted along one side. Some of the lips were thin and as pale as the rest of its amorphous body. Others were thicker, voluptuous, as luscious as red velvet, and shiny with moisture. All the lips, thick and thin, pale, and painted—howled, their voices combining into one overpowering voice filled with despair.

“WHAT IS IT YOU WANT FROM ME?”

My voice had fled in the face of such horror and I could only gape at the impossible.

Dozens of breasts and legs sprouted off the thing’s trunk like fleshy fruit.

“TELL ME. I CAN BE WHATEVER YOU DESIRE.”

Thick ropes of hair, in blacks, reds, browns and blonds wormed their way out of that quivering mass. From the bulbous center, a blend of many torsos complete with belly buttons and stomach muscles took shape.

“LOVE ME.” The chorus of voices pleaded before descending into great burbling sobs.