clayhornik | (no subject)

I'm at my parents house, it's the only time I sleep on the ground level and it kind of weirds me out. Sitting in the garage, smoking a cigarette, I can hear the rain outside the side door. It's been raining for the last eight hours or so, a steady rain, and I'm looking at the gap at the bottom of the door, wondering if the rain will start to will leak onto the garage floor. There's something coming in through the gap. A piece of grass? A thin stick? It's... moving. I get up and look closer. A worm. A thin, blood coloured worm is... peering into the garage. As if it knows I'm there, it withdraws. A few minutes later, it stretches back in.
All I can think is... am I sure that it's a worm? I'm only seeing part of it. What's outside the door? What's out there in the night?
Honestly, I think someone needs to put the Lovecraft down, step away from the Kiernan, and pick up the Nora Roberts.
That'll cure me.
Or kill me.