The baby slug almost looked cute on the shower floor.
He’d assumed it slithered down the drain when suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his foot.
Frantically scrubbing his eyes he saw its slippery end disappear into his heel.
He watched in horror as the wriggling shape moved up inside his leg leaving a burning path of agony.
Panicking, he smashed the toothbrush glass and began slashing his skin with the ragged edge.
He had to get it out!
Blood splattered, his strength faded, the slug made it to the sweet meats between his legs, and the screaming began.
So, last week was zombie holiday makers and this week is, um, flesh eating slugs? There was a little tiny slug on the floor of our villa shower room and that was all the inspiration I needed. Such are the things I think about when I’m on vacation.
It’s also a short tribute to the splatterpunk horror authors of the mid 80’s, particularly Shaun Hutson who, before he became a total arse, famously ripped off James Herbert’s novel “Rats” with “Slugs,” about flesh eating slugs. It wasn’t particularly scary or original, but it got him on the macabre map. He wrote some decent books after that before eventually losing his way and becoming just a footnote in a great decade for horror.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
I was horrified and then I giggled a bit even as I grew more horrified.
I'm so happy I found you here, Daniel. This made me laugh!