"What the hell kind of monster is that?" someone muttered, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on.
Whatever was buried beneath the sand had clearly caught the scent of human flesh. Like a shark drawn to blood in the water, it was speeding toward them with terrifying intent.
"It's coming," Chris said, eyes narrowing.
Everyone turned toward the sand mound ahead—only to feel like a small mountain was barreling straight at them.
They were still over a hundred feet away when a sharp, piercing screech tore through the air. Then, without warning, something massive burst out from beneath the sand.
A cloud of dust exploded into the sky, swirling like a sandstorm.
The thing that emerged was grotesque—horrifying in a way that made your skin crawl. Its entire body was a sickly gray-white, as thick around as an oak barrel. It had no eyes, no nose—just a gaping, circular mouth that took up its entire head, lined with rows of dagger-like teeth that jutted out in every direction.
