The garage door that led to the inside of the house banged open. Every once in a while their combined efforts would clear just enough water for his dad to take a quick breath, but Tick knew they couldn’t keep it up much longer. Each swing caught a little pool of water and sent it flying, but more instantly sloshed back in, and the displaced splashes somehow flew back onto his dad’s body like metal shavings returning to a powerful magnet. Tick slapped at his dad’s face with cupped hands, like a dog digging for a bone. Ironically, the thick layer of water cushioned her fall. Lorena fell forward and toppled down the three stairs that descended into the garage. An instant later, the wet monster had consumed her fully. The liquid encasing her arms made it harder to control her movements, but the creature seemed mostly focused on her head. One arm had been taken completely over, and the other had only a second left before its fingers would be swallowed by the possessed water. She lurched forward, reaching for the door that led to the garage.
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