The overhead lights flicker. Once. Twice.

Then with a deafening crack, the jar splits open.

You don’t even have time to scream before the thing erupts from its prison in a tide of slime and slithering limbs.

You know you were being stupid for going against the rules of the place you worked at. Purposely stealing a keycard from your co-workers desk, and then heading down to floor -13, where you know they keep their most dangerous specimens, but natural curiosity gets the better of you.

This is the third bit in my monster June series!

Enjoy!

Art is mine!