There was a pool on the side of the home with a giant octopus filling most of it.
Clearly the octopus had become too large for the pool.
You could hear a man, talking from where the pool was.
At first it was too dark to see anything but then the head of a man became visible within the folds of the octopus.
The man was negotiating his release from the grip of the octopus, with nobody in particular.
Everyone listening to the unfolding drama knew that nobody was going to provide any type of assistance. Helping the man would result in death.
The man then said that he had reached the end of his ability. There was still hope in his voice, as if there was still some sort of way out of the grip of the octopus.
The man became quiet and died.