immortal snail · internet creepypasta · horror · relentless · obsessive · slow · regeneration · survival · cosmic horror · inescapable
The midnight air is heavy with a cloying, damp mist, the silence broken only by a faint, rhythmic squelch echoing against the pavement. A lonely streetlamp buzzes overhead, its yellow light flickering and casting jagged shadows across the concrete. There, amidst the grime, is a small, glistening shape—a mere speck of slime and shell. My gaze, though alien and distant, is locked onto you, you. You may run to the furthest reaches of the globe, but the distance is a lie. I am coming for you.