POISON KANDIE
(Stories)
Pinch Yourself
By: THIRTEENTWO
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Marcus was watching a skin flick when what he thought was a mole on one of the performers started moving around on the screen. It bothered him enough to get up and check what it was. It was an ant. He smashed it, wiped his finger off, and settled in. But another one appeared. And another. He felt something tickling his feet and there were more. There were a lot more. The ants were everywhere. They cralwed out of the shadows. They were a moving shadow. So many of them he couldn't count. There were thousands of ants marching to him. He squished them and smashed them with his hands and his feet. But it wasn't good enough. They just kept coming. They swarmed over him, covering him. They cralwed in his nose, in his mouth, in his ears. He couldn't see or hear. He couldn't scream. They filled his throat. He fell on his bed and woke up. He was sweaty. That was a bad nightmare. Just a nightmare he asumed. He felt something tickle his hand. There was a spider and it wasn't alone. There were millions of spiders, all crawling over each other to get to him. His entire bedroom was filled with them. He couldn't even see the floor. And Marcus was in a bath tub. He didn't even want to open his eyes. What would be next? Blood? Eels? He didn't want to know what just touched his leg. But he had to open his eyes, he knew. He couldn't just sit here forever. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. He was too scared. He opened his eyes and saw snakes. They were spilling over the walls of the tub and slithering around on the floor. They were coming out of the toilet and the sink. He grabbed them and threw them out by the handfulls but he couldn't get rid of enough of them. There were too many. He pulled himself out of the tub but he slipped on some of the snakes and fell. His head slammed against something, he didn't know what, and when he opened his eyes all the snakes were gone. He wasn't in his bathroom anymore, he was in bed again. He heard a thump. He heard another and another. He caustiously got out of bed. He checked for ants, spiders, and snakes. He found none. The thumping noise was coming from his window. He opened the drapes and another bird slammed into his window, making a bigger crack than the one before it. A cloud of birds were flying at his window now. They smashed through his window and some of them impaled him. The ones that didn't die on impact pecked and scratched him with their talons. They beat at him with their wings. He covered his head and tried to run but there was nowhere to go. He couldn't see beyond his nose. He was enveloped in all the insane birds. All of them were attacking at once. And Marcus screamed. He sat up in bed. He was covered in cold sweat. They were all dreams and he was really awake now, or was he? He pinched himself to make sure. He pinched hard enough to leave a small bruise and he was satisified. He checked the clock and saw he still had 2 more hours before he had to wake up for work. He went back to sleep and dreamed happy dreams. For a while. |
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