Flash: Hands, elbows, arms

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Screaming, Murray jumped back. What the actual fuck?

Until now the haunted house had been normal. Kids in makeup, props, unsteady walks. A curved path he followed year after year, except the year he was one of the kids in makeup.

This year, under new management, funhouse mirrors replaced the old blood room. A twisted gate separated the brightly mirror room from a lightless room he never been in and wasn’t part of the building … couldn’t be part of the building if he remembered things right and hadn’t gotten turned around. Then a flash revealed a creature made entirely of arms.

Hence why he screamed.

Another flash revealed the arms separating with no related bodies and coming toward him.

(words 120, first published 3/28/2022, from a FB visual prompt for a writing group I belong to)