The scamps had found Li Fe. Or what was left of him. I’d seen cannibalism before, back in Manchester, back in the dark days, back when I still had children. How in God’s Name was I going to tell a mother that her only child had been eaten by some monster from our collective nightmares?
For all my Creaky Gloom posts, click here.
For more about the Hunt for Creaky Gloom read these posts:
- “Eeeee’s Back!”
- “Creaky Hunt”
- “Something Unseelie”
- “The Hunt for Creaky Gloom”
- “The Taking of Poor Li Fe”
- And search the Steelhead Ning here