She slammed the door shut, pressed her back to it and turned the lock. There were worms in the basement. It was a mostly finished basement. Just that one corner behind the furnace that was dirt. Holy Crap! That was a huge worm! What she had seen was at least two feet long and that was what she saw. She wasn’t going to be changing the air filters anytime soon. She’d have Bob do it when he got home from work, by gun point if necessary, as she stood at the top of the stairs. Would a gun do anything to a worm? Seems like it would just absorb it as it ate it’s way up the stairs and devour everyone in the house. She shivered violently dropping the filter on her toe. The corner dug into the top of her exposed foot. Flip flops were not all encompassing shoes. They didn’t protect. What if it had crawled over her foot? She felt a gag working it’s magic on the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and visualized the gray stiff worms floating in a bucket of stinky preserving liquid. Who thought dissecting worms were a good idea. She’d been terrified of them since the 7th grade. Those little scratchy hair things that moved them through the dirt. The alien parts that were left exposed as she pinned it’s skin back. She couldn’t remember what they all were. She logically knew that her mind had probably exaggerated certain things and invented others, but her guts screamed the truth of her nightmares and fears—irrational as they were. What had the mind to do with fear except to translate images and thoughts for all the goose bumps that clawed at her flesh? She was panting and sweaty.
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