Jackie was scared. She was terrified. It was currently in a hole in the basement. It was making a godawful hissing sound but it wasn’t a cat. It sure as hell wasn’t a cat. She could hear the clicking of it’s legs. It was coming towards her. It’s master, or servant, Jackie didn’t know which one was correct, had taken her when she was exiting her car in front of her house. She had been tied to a pole in the basement for days. She could now see it’s legs. They looked like that of an insect. They were stick like and sparely covered with hair. Then she could see it’s head. It had fangs and eyes. So many eyes. Then she could see the rest of it. It had the tail of a scorpion and the claws of a lobster. It looked as if someone had put all these animals in a blender. It hissed at Jackie again. She was now crying. She tried to pull her hands out of rope. She tried until her wrists were bleeding, but the ropes didn’t budge. All Jackie could do was to close her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see the beast that would kill, and most likely, eat her.