The Horrible Thing That Slipped Through My Window One Night
The grimy hand let go of his leg and he heard footsteps approaching his face. He didn't want to look at it - he tried to turn his head to the ground - but the thing grabbed his cheeks with both hands and twisted it around. He stared up into the face of his father, silhouetted against the orange sun. He was grinning his lunatic's smile again, and Tom could see that now his teeth were a foul yellow-black, with most of them missing.
"Got you now, Tommy." cooed his father. "I got you, you fat little fucker, and now I'm going to be warm again. I'm gonna tear the blubber off your stomach and gulp it down my throat, boy!"
"No, dad, please!" Tom cried (at the mention of being eaten, he had suddenly found his voice again).
The thing's smile widened for a moment, and then it dipped it's horrible face into his stomach.
Tom inhaled the smell of fresh-cut grass.
"Got you now, Tommy." cooed his father. "I got you, you fat little fucker, and now I'm going to be warm again. I'm gonna tear the blubber off your stomach and gulp it down my throat, boy!"
"No, dad, please!" Tom cried (at the mention of being eaten, he had suddenly found his voice again).
The thing's smile widened for a moment, and then it dipped it's horrible face into his stomach.
Tom inhaled the smell of fresh-cut grass.