“Psst,” a voice whispered.
“Is someone there?” Anthony’s voice quivered before the empty stairs of the derelict building.
The door without a knob swung slowly into the darkness.
“Did Jimmy send you?” the barely audible voice asked.
“I’m sorry?” Anthony stepped closer.
The crumbling walls of the enclave twisted into a brick toothed grin. Before Anthony could run, the mouth in the side of the building lunged forward and latched onto him, grinding and mashing its teeth.
Anthony’s mangled body disappeared through the door and it slammed closed. The mouth contorted itself back into an entryway and waited once again.