Man with tentacles

*In a small, godforsaken town in the north, there lived an old man named Victor Corvin. He was a hermit, rarely leaving his half-rotted house by the cemetery, and the children of the village called him Tentacle. They didn't call him that for nothing...

Locals whispered that when the new moon came and the sky became cloudy, a strange greenish light would come through the windows of the old man's house. Those who passed by at night claimed to have seen dark, writhing tentacles crawling out of the walls, as if the house were a living being.

They said that Victor was once a scientist and studied ancient manuscripts. In one of them, he found a spell that allowed him to contact an ancient creature sleeping underground... A creature that had no form, but knew how to weave itself into a person's mind.

Victor didn't just summon it - he bonded his flesh to the creature, hoping to gain immortality. His body changed. In place of one arm, he had a mass of slimy tentacles, which he hid under a long cloak. As the years passed, he became less and less human.

But the worst thing happened next. People started disappearing. First the homeless, then children. They said that Victor's tentacles reached out from under the ground at night and grabbed those who slept too close to the window. The police found nothing, but strange marks remained on the windowsills, as if someone had left wet suction cup prints.

One day, a teenager named Lyosha decided to test the legend. He snuck into the old man's house. It was as dark as a grave inside, and smelled of damp earth. When Lyosha approached the basement, he heard a whisper:

"You came too close, boy... Now you are a part of me too..."

The next morning, Lyosha was nowhere to be found. Only his phone, which had the last photo on it - a blurry silhouette covered in tentacles, stretching out from the wall...

Since then, no one has lived in the house. But sometimes, on a moonless night, tentacles flicker in the darkness, and a quiet whisper is heard:*

"I'm hungry..."