It was the middle of the night; David had been trying to fall asleep for what he had felt like 3 hours. He was struggling against his recurrent and noisy thoughts that screamed inside his head. David was tired, but it was an extreme tiredness, one of those that don’t let you rest. His bed was very comfortable and the pitter patter of rain was singing its lullaby, even then he could not sleep. Then, just to make his agony worse, he felt hungry. Driven by his necessity David decided to get up.
The room was darker than ever before, but he decided not to turn the lights on, to protect his eyes. He got up heavily and put his feet down from the bed, one at a time over the cold floor. A freezing wind emerging from the air conditioner could be felt on his bare feet , he walked towards the hall in slow motion and thence to the kitchen, remembering were to turn with his imaginary map, and not forgetting to place his hands beside his body, touching with his fingers the walls and fragile objects on the shelfs. He reached the kitchen; a dark color black shrouded it at every corner. Neither cupboards nor counter, not even the refrigerator could be detailed; all the area was invaded by mysterious and unanimated shapes.
He peered and stepped with caution, moving his hands toward a big dark shape: the refrigerator… But with one of his small and exploring steps he heard a guttural “crrac”. He got stiff and instantly felt nauseated. David made a step backwards trying to escape from the disgusting idea that had appeared in his mind based on the thing that he had just treaded, “a cookie?”. He made another step backward and another “crrac” sounded, another step and suddenly another spine-chilling sound, and so on. He stood freeze, unable to see anything, surrounded by a thousand of “cookies”.
Everything went more repulsive when 50 tiny waving feelers rubbed against David´s toes… And then a “cookie” bit him. He felt dizzy and losing his mind David felt down, it was a choir of “crracs”. He was awake, but unable to move not even a muscle. Tiny arthropod legs begun to climb upon his chests, abdomen, neck, arms and legs; covering David from top to toe. He was so frightened, in the edge of vomiting.
One of the “cookies” entered rapidly into his left ear, he could feel the antennas dancing, waving, struggling in such small tunnel. A little fizzling voice started to talk:
“Davidsss’s very tasstie flavor,
me and my ssissterss, we would sssavour.
Tonight... you´ll pay
for thousssandss ssissterss you have ssprayed”
And a file of tiny arthropod legs started their march to David’s delicious brain - “ssÑumss, ssÑumss”- through the big holes of his nose.
THE END
Submitted January 08, 2017 at 11:02AM by TheDauntlessFox http://ift.tt/2i3K3G2 shortscarystories
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