Wet Towels Part II: Yes, Flesh Eating Towels Will Devour You!
The wet towel lay crumpled on the bathroom floor. It waited till the house was quiet to make its move. Slowly it slithered down the hallway. Its threads reached forward following the smell. Its prey was close. If it had lips, its wicked smile would have stopped anyone dead in their tracks. Soon it would feel the soft flesh of its victim and devour it.
“Daddy!” “Daddy!” “Daddy!”
Jeff stumbled from bed. His fingers trailed along the hallway walls, his eyes half-open. “What is it?”
“My towel! I forgot to hang it up. It’s going to eat me.”
Jeff blinked. “What?”
“Mom said that if you leave your wet towel on the floor it will crave your flesh and eat you while your sleeping.”
Jeff tried to hide a snicker. “Did she…well…did you hang your towel up?”
“No. Will you hang it up for me?”
Jeff started to say yes, but then remembered Carla’s frustration. “Not this time kiddo, you need to hang up your own towel.”
“Sorry Sarah…you need to hang up your towel every time, not just when you feel like it.”
Jeff bent over and kissed his child’s head. “Good night sweetpea.”
In the hallway Jeff tripped on a wet towel. Frustrated he kicked the towel and cursed. He concluded that his wife had been right to resort to such drastic tactics.
The towel heard its victim call out. The towel grinned, it knew it was coming. Fear made the flesh taste so much sweeter. If it had a tongue it would have licked its lips. The towel froze when he heard a deep voice. It tried to remain inconspicuous, but a large foot jammed into it and flung it down the hall. This caught the towel off guard, but when it landed in the doorway of its victim the towel was pleased.
“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. If my towel should eat me before I wake. I pray the lord my soul to take.”
The towel slithered through the doorway. Its threads of billowy cotton headed for the bed. The smell of its victim was ripe with fear.
“What’s that? Who’s there?”
The towel stopped moving.
Sarah pulled the covers close to their chin. The child wanted to scream, but couldn’t. She was frozen with fear. Her heart pounded and her ears perked at every sound around her.
“I know you’re there. I can hear you.”
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
Jeff’s feet thudded down the hallway. He didn’t have time for this non-sense. Tomorrow was a busy day for him.
“What is it Sarah.”
“No it’s not. Look.” Jeff flicked on the light.
At his feet was the wet towel. Sarah’s jaw dropped, her finger trembled as she pointed to it. “It’s going to eat me!”
“No its not. I stumbled on this in the hallway and kicked it over here. Why on earth would you leave your towel in the hallway?”
Jeff gave his daughter the ‘I know your lying look.’
“I didn’t, I swear. I left it on the bathroom floor.”
Jeff reached down and picked up the towel. “Well then how did it end up in the hallway?”
Jeff could feel his temper rising. He hung the towel on the door knob. “In the morning hang it in the proper place.”
Sarah sighed. “Thanks Dad.”
“Your welcome. Good night.”
Sarah slid back into her covers. She was safe now. Her heart slowed, her eyes became heavy. She turned in her bed, exposing her young, supple legs.
The towel waited from its perch. It could feel the threads slowly slipping off the door knob. The prey had been tricked by this tactic; the smell of fear had dissipated from their skin. The towel was momentarily saddened by this, but the flesh would still be tasty. The moment its prey turned, the towel fell to the ground without a sound. It slithered over the floor and up the bed. If it had eyes they would have gleamed at the sweet delicacy placed before it. In one swift motion the towel encased the meat and pricked its prey to numb it. When the child could no longer feel its legs the towel secreted a clear ooze. The smell, the taste of tender flesh, was pure heaven. If the towel had lips, it would have been smiling from ear to ear.
The next morning Jeff woke up to the sound of Carla screaming.
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