Worms or centipedes, who knows? All pressed in tight like there’s no more room on that side, wriggling against your skin. When you pull back, the glass is the same and you’ll be unharmed.
But now you know it’s there.
-sorry been busy, haven't been posting.
It's okay for not posting, because you've posted again! Read this one before, but it's nice to reread.
ReplyDeleteYea, oldie but a goodie for me. I really enjoy this blog.
ReplyDeletebloodymaryyyyy
ReplyDeleteI will never look in a mirror with confidence again!
ReplyDeletewhere do you get tis things
ReplyDeletei hate the feeling of stuff wriggling around...NOT GOING TO DO THIS
ReplyDeleteNope, didn't work for me
ReplyDeleteDerek, you didn't do it long enough. Half a day, remember?
ReplyDeleteI'm too scared to do it :(
ReplyDeleteDo you have any of the Soviet Creepy Pastas? That shit is delicious.