《Slime》（史莱姆）七(5)

Baffled and savage, the thing plunged into the ooze and propelled itself in the opposite direction.
But this proved to be only a temporary respite. The vibrations redoubled in intensity. The darkness almost disappeared, riven and pierced by bolts and rivets of light.
For the first time in its incalculable existence, the thing experienced something vaguely akin to fear. The light could not be snatched up and squeezed and smothered to death. It was an alien enemy against which the hood of horror had learned only one defense–flight, hiding.