GreatPumpkin
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I was jolted awake from my peaceful slumber by an all too familiar sensation in my tummy. Usually I would bear with it until daybreak but this one was serious - it will not wait. In one fluid motion, I rolled out of bed, grabbing my handphone from the dresser along the way. It was 3am, the witching hour.
Even at this early hour, the weather was hot and humid. Not wanting to sweat up a storm while clearing my bowels, I opted to leave the toilet door open. I was casually browsing on my hp when I saw it - a flash of motion scurrying across the periphery of my vision. Could it be... it cannot be...
Summoning my courage, I stood up and checked outside. Nothing. The night was quiet, the air was still and yet I felt a chill. I sat back on the throne, pulse racing and head spinning. Did my sleep deprived mind imagine it? If so, why were the hairs on my back standing? Then an instinct drew my gaze to a corner of the toilet and I saw IT.
Clinging to a wall, she was gazing impassively at me, six legged, wings tucked away and antennae waving ever so casually. I was trapped and caught literally with my pants down. I felt desperately around for a weapon but nothing of use was within reach. In my mind I lamented all the times I had foolhardily mocked printed news media. Standing up ever so slowly, I hugged the opposite wall as I slowly edged my way out the toilet.
The next moments were a blur in my memory for they were swift and violent. I recall dousing IT with nerve gas before delivering the coup de grace with a slipper. Task done I stumbled back to bed, hoping I didn't leave any poop marks on the toilet or kitchen floor. Uncle is getting too old for such adventures.
Even at this early hour, the weather was hot and humid. Not wanting to sweat up a storm while clearing my bowels, I opted to leave the toilet door open. I was casually browsing on my hp when I saw it - a flash of motion scurrying across the periphery of my vision. Could it be... it cannot be...
Summoning my courage, I stood up and checked outside. Nothing. The night was quiet, the air was still and yet I felt a chill. I sat back on the throne, pulse racing and head spinning. Did my sleep deprived mind imagine it? If so, why were the hairs on my back standing? Then an instinct drew my gaze to a corner of the toilet and I saw IT.
Clinging to a wall, she was gazing impassively at me, six legged, wings tucked away and antennae waving ever so casually. I was trapped and caught literally with my pants down. I felt desperately around for a weapon but nothing of use was within reach. In my mind I lamented all the times I had foolhardily mocked printed news media. Standing up ever so slowly, I hugged the opposite wall as I slowly edged my way out the toilet.
The next moments were a blur in my memory for they were swift and violent. I recall dousing IT with nerve gas before delivering the coup de grace with a slipper. Task done I stumbled back to bed, hoping I didn't leave any poop marks on the toilet or kitchen floor. Uncle is getting too old for such adventures.
