Film

There was something shiny on the wall

He was walking home after a night out and had taken a shortcut, or what he thought was a shortcut down a back alley, but he wondered what was on that wall.

It caught some reflected light from somewhere, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from.

He stopped and decided to touch it.

It was sticky and felt like a spider's web, he pulled his hand away and the sticky film came with it, in threads.

It was like it wouldn't let him go,

He tried to push it back, but both his hands were now stuck in the film, and he couldn't get them out. What the hell was this stuff?

He then realised that he couldn't feel his hands, they were gone, and his arms were sinking into the film. Blood was dripping into a puddle at his feet and he was being drawn into the film-stained wall.

When his head hit he didn't even scream, his whole body was drawn into the film with a disgusting plop.

The alley was quiet once more.

A dirty shiny stain covered a bit more of the wall, and there was a puddle of blood on the tarmac below it ...