I was going after work.Suddenly,i felt somebody

I was going after work.Suddenly,i felt somebody touching me with their bony hands on the shoulder,i stood rooted to the same spot for minutes and my eyes went wide.................

"A little to the left," I groaned. The bony hands complied. "Ahhhh, that's it." My job totally stressed me out & this felt sooooo good. I tried to look behind me to see who was

, but the bony hand slapped me upside the head in protest. "Re-laxxx" a sultry voice whispered in my ear. Her bony hands traveled lower, to my L5. "Yessss!" I was a wet noodle.

I was a wet noodle floating in schmaltz. The bony old lady hand hovered over me, it's thick, chapped fingers waiting.

Then it grasped me unsurely and shaking, moved my slimy coils towards a wrinkled puckered mouth with peach fuzz and a lone wart with a wiry hair growing out of it. The mouth opened

, revealing a tongue that resembled a peach pit with pulpy bits dangling from it. Meanwhile my coiled tendrils searched for a weapon. I had to escape the creepy creature's grip.

This was a childhood fear come true: a monster that instead of eating me, wants to drag me to its lair to snuggle. The thing squeezed tighter as one of my tendrils grasped a rusty

pipe. I tried to get free but there was no escape, no doors no windows, just solid walls with blood stains most likely from the thing squeezing too hard on its last victims.

I was prepared to meet my maker. Prepared for the end. Prepared to breathe my last breath. As darkness enveloped me I smiled, knowing full well that I wouldn't be the last victim.

but the 2nd to last. That would perish by the hands of