Previously, I'm fictional, a guy in the 1890s invented a time machine and immediately

overdid it, going to the year 800,000 something where he lost his time machine.

The future was populated by tiny pink people and his e-loi, and the traveler thought that

they were the only ones until he saw red eyes and the darkness while he was out looking

for his machine.

There they were, plain as day, red eyes, glowing from the light outside, open not six feet

from the time traveler.

He shouted in surprise and staggered backwards, smashing into the grand of the collapsed

hall.

His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, but he could still see a pale face, start

to emerge from the shadows on top of an imposing, sinewy frame.

A chill trickled on the traveler's spine.

This thing wasn't like the e-loi.

This thing was almost as tall as he was.

The traveler blinked and the thing was gone.

His eyes darted around the darkness as he frantically padded each of his pockets, searching

for a single matchbook, handshaking, he was barely able to light the match, and as he

held it out, the room flickered to life.

The thing was definitely gone, but there, at the edge of the room, a hole caught his eye.

The traveler perched the edge of the wide well, just in time to catch a glimpse of the

white form, crawling down along its wall, and into the darkness of the deep.

It was hard to see in there, but there was no mistaking when he saw.

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