The Horrible Thing That Slipped Through My Window One Night
When the thing reached down and touched his face, it wasn't with its tongue; it was with its hand. The cold, mushy thing wasn't much comfort to Tom, but it was better than the tongue. He knew what he had to do. When the fingers crept up to lips, Tom suddenly opened his eyes, inhaled quickly, and bit down onto three of the fingers.
Color exploded back into his world. He could feel energy flowing into his body as he inhaled through his nostrils. The long nails of the fingers scraped at the roof of his mouth, shredding the pink skin. Tom's teeth had immediately sunk through the meat, and both the taste and texture of it made him want to vomit badly, but he knew if that happened the game would be up. He grabbed the thing's arm with both hands and bit down harder on the small bones. They seemed to bend as he chewed them furiously, rather than snap as fresh bones would. The creature's other hand came down and began digging into his scalp, but Tom could hardly feel it, as the other hand clawed the inside of his mouth. He snapped down on the bones twice more, and then yanked them furiously, feeling his teeth twist in their sockets.
At first only the index finger broke away, but after a few more seconds the other two followed. He spat the lively things on the ground and saw them wriggling manically, like worms impaled on fish hooks.
Color exploded back into his world. He could feel energy flowing into his body as he inhaled through his nostrils. The long nails of the fingers scraped at the roof of his mouth, shredding the pink skin. Tom's teeth had immediately sunk through the meat, and both the taste and texture of it made him want to vomit badly, but he knew if that happened the game would be up. He grabbed the thing's arm with both hands and bit down harder on the small bones. They seemed to bend as he chewed them furiously, rather than snap as fresh bones would. The creature's other hand came down and began digging into his scalp, but Tom could hardly feel it, as the other hand clawed the inside of his mouth. He snapped down on the bones twice more, and then yanked them furiously, feeling his teeth twist in their sockets.
At first only the index finger broke away, but after a few more seconds the other two followed. He spat the lively things on the ground and saw them wriggling manically, like worms impaled on fish hooks.