| Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 - 11:43 PM |
When it crawled out from under the tub, Ted felt sure he was going to be sick.� It was a foot long, vile pink and green, and smelled like a toilet drain.At first he thought it was just some kind of slug, but as it slid its blunt, featureless head back and forth, he realized that he could see bones beneath its translucent skin.� Thick bones, yellow bones.� Not a skeleton, but a spine and legs, of a sort.It started to crawl towards him, making a horrifyingly moist rattling noise, like drumsticks playing in viscous jelly.Ted bolted then, slamming the door behind him.� It hit with a meaty thud a few seconds later.� He could hear the suction drumbeat of its feet, a sound of offal sliding along the tile floor.� He ran for the kitchen.� Monstrous vertebrate slug or not, he still had to use the bathroom.� Somewhere in the cupboard, there would be an entire box of Windsor Table Salt.� He only hoped it would be enough.
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