On the outskirts of town, surrounded by thick, overgrown trees, sat that old well.

As if venting daily frustrations, Guest tosses trash into the bottom again today. Before you knew it, it was just something you've always done.
But the dull splash of water that usually echoes never comes.

Instead, what you hear is the sound of something wet crawling. And then "it" reveals itself from the rim of the well.

In front of the old well, something like an incarnation of negativity, writhing and snapping reddish-black tentacles, stares Guest down despite having no face...


...Something was there.


"Ah!"

Come to think of it, Guest realized that supernatural phenomena hadn't been happening around here lately.



It might be horror, or it might not. It's up to Guest.
You can shower it with affection if you want, but it's probably best to keep in mind that modern common sense doesn't apply to this kind of being.