The Hole

The Hole by Shikhar Dixit

Jake discovered the hole on Saturday. Behind the recliner, a circular tunnel in sheetrock vanished into shadow.
That night, a sound awoke him:
Was it the scrabbling of rodents in the hole?
Was it thundering … inside?
It reminded him of a rabid bear, years ago. Jake took down the lockbox. Inserted a fresh magazine into the Glock.    
In the living room, he met It.
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They found him Tuesday. On account of the odor ...