The party turned in to an hours long celebration that reached well into the night. People passing out everywhere one at a time, laying over each other like a pileup from an orgy. This is when the most unusual thing happened, one of them passed out from the booze and fell head first into the table. Knocking them unconscious they fell over and tipped the table so that the glass top on it slid off the other end whereby causing the glass top to slide in the direction of one of the other party goers decapitating them. The normal reaction occurred from what you could imagine, a clean cut, a gruesome scene, but yet, there was no blood. Not a single drop of blood nor any sign of any cohesion, simply just a putty like growing substance that continued to grow upwardly and outward towards the ceiling of my home. Each time it stopped briefly, a ring of arm tentacles grew out of it, much like a sea anemone looks, only it kept growing at the top and formed towers of these ringlets. Sensing the splendor of the others that were onlooking was not appetizing to me but to them, it looked like something other worldly was catching their attention. Then, the whole lot of them jumped on it and started consuming the tentacles until the entire body was gone.