tickle (part 6)

horrors & dread #37f: Sorry for lack of stories recently. It's been full steam ahead on the novel. Here's another episode of my ongoing series tickle to tide you over!

For those that haven’t read any of this yet go check out Part One here.

My vision darkens as more lines scrawl across my left eye. I stare into the mirror and there I see Harry knitting his webs over my left eyeball. I try to crush him by closing my lids, but he squirms under my eyeball and out of sight. The tweezers feel hard between finger and thumb. Quickly and deliberately, I push the sharp points into the pink of my eye socket. The metal is cold against the soft bulb of my tear duct, but it slides underneath effortlessly.

There is no pain. I feel less discomfort than having a spider crawl around inside my head in all honesty.

There’s a wet snap as I pinch open the tweezers and floods of tears run down my cheek. No blood. Just salt water thankfully. I prise open the gap in the corner of my eye to almost a centimetre and wait, expecting the spider to make a break for it now that I’ve given him an exit. He never comes. Of course he doesn’t. He’s happy where he is.

I know I’ll need something else. I think of outside. Yes. That’s the best next step. I skip down the stairs and out into the garden. There I fall to my knees near the flower beds and start turning the soil over with the nearby trowel. Worms and creepy crawlies emerge with each scoop, but I still don’t see what I need. I wipe my watering eye again which seems to permanently weep. The hole I’ve made there has not closed. Frustrated I move to another flower bed and try again. This time I come up gold: a nice long red centipede which tries to immediately bury itself once exposed but I’m too quick. I have it cupped between both hands and dash back upstairs into the bathroom.

Once there, I hold my hands up to the new hole into my head and slowly open them to give it the only escape route. It wriggles into my tight open socket.

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