Day 102: It came from under the boardwalk

This is what happens when you hear the same song fifteen times in one day. For Joe and Dale.

Oh when it's dark at night and there are no stars out in the sky
And your stomach gets so knotted and you feel that you might cry
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
That's where a portal between dimensions ripped into view

(Under the boardwalk) That's where the beast came from
(Under the boardwalk) It was drawn to our blood
(Under the boardwalk) People torn from above
(Under the boardwalk) Feasting on their guts
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk

In the park you hear the piercing scream of fleeing crowds
You don't know which way you should run to save yourself
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
You come face to face with a trans-dimensional monstrosity

(Under the boardwalk) That's where the beast came from
(Under the boardwalk) It was drawn to your blood
(Under the boardwalk) It pulls you into its mass
(Under the boardwalk) As you lose consciousness
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk

Oooh under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
It has been a number of hours. You awaken. Your vision is somehow sharper, yet less distinct than before. You are able to pick up minute variations in the currents of air around you. Your sense of smell is... different. You feel a ravenous hunger. Your skin itches. It hangs loose upon your... shape. What is happening to you? You open your mouth to shout for help, but a guttural, squelching howl is all that emanates from the orifice in your... face? You look down at your arms. They are not arms. Your legs are not legs. You do not know who you are. All you know is that you have a hunger, and it is rising. You crave something of which you do not know the name. You spot a small boy paddling in the waves twenty or so feet out. He has not seen you here in the dappled shadows under the pier. Maybe you will go to him, ask him if he knows what is happening. You can smell his eyelashes. The matter under his fingernails. The tang of sweat on the skin around his armpits. You begin to pant. You will go to the boy. Yes. He will be able to help. He is just what you need. You rise from under the boardwalk,

BOARDWALK!