My spellchecker doesn’t like the word slitherers and this was supposed to be a scary story about them so I’ll have to write it using some other word that my spellchecker does like; although, I don’t know why I should be constricted to the words my spellchecker knows except that I have this unrelenting desire to spell things correctly even when they mean less to me than the conspicuous lack of lenience when it comes to spelling.  Hey, but that is what this story is about: disturbingly dark and sinister creatures slithered out from under pajamas thrown on the floor after a man and woman initiated a scintillatingly romantic encounter only to end in slumber and snoring.

So, out from under crumpled up garments, hastily tossed in the passion of foreplay, came these hideously demented and demonic creature resembling rats but with no legs and tails that were twice as long as regular rats.  It did not immediately register with the sleeping couple that these horrifically devious devils reeked of blood and urine and all sorts of other noxious smells.  It was too late.  One of the creatures crawled up the overhanging bedspread, slithered for a while under the blankets up alongside the woman’s naked leg, and then climbed up onto her belly.  It smiled as it approached her navel and penetrated her abdomen just as she awoke with a silent scream.  Here eyes opened wide with the excruciating pain.  She had a horrifying realization that she was no longer human but had been invaded by the notorious slather.  The second creature did the same thing to the man.  This, of course, was the genesis of the slathering changelings.

~ Bob Zaboo