September 11th, New York, New York

They said it was a plane crash. They lied. It was the lobstrocities. Always the lobstrocities. They went for the base of the tower first. I just happened to be down there, drinkin’ a root beer, when I heard a scuffling noise and a “dadachick?”. I recognized it, even though I had never heard it before. It was a lobstrocity. The first of many, as it turned out. The lobstrocity saw me, and I saw it and vice-versa for about 5 min. That was how long it took for the second lobstrocity to come up behind me and bite my left leg off. I fell, the lobstrocites chittering behind me above me left right up down they were swarming everywhere. I blacked out and the next thing I knew I was in a hospital bed with an antibiotics drip attached to me. I knew then the lobstrocities would never rest until I was dead. Or really, really hurt again. They aren’t picky