Well, this is great. I’ve had a lot of nightmares in my life, but in a nightmare being attacked by my own eldritch horror, that’s something new.

I wrote a whole book series on the Thing Beneath the Waves and made millions off it. Now it’s attacking me?

Ok, maybe I didn’t actually “write” it. Just borrowed some words from my ex-girlfriend. Paragraphs maybe. A lot of paragraphs, admittedly.

As the tentacled monster rose to confront me, I felt another presence.

“Hello, Thief,” a familiar voice said. It was Myra. Of course.

“Thought you’d enjoy a taste of my medicine that you stole.”

“Look, Myra, we can work something out,” I said, keeping my eye on the thing coming closer to me.

“Really, Ed? All the millions I should have had?”

The magic book of monstrous defense … it was here somewhere … I fractically search for it.

“You won’t find the book,” Myra said, with an awful chittering laugh.

I watched as Myra became one with the monster and its tentacles wound their way around my neck …