By Liz Mayers
Two a.m. I woke with a salt-glazed, pepperoni pizza mouth and reached blindly for my water glass. The liquid’s coolness soothed and spread across my chest before leaving a dull ache. A few coughs failed to ease the pressure. I sat and drained the small glass. The water clung to my throat. I hocked repeatedly without relief. My belly inflated. My chest puffed. Gelatin-like globules filled my mouth. I opened wide to spew a thick waterfall. I grabbed my phone. But before I could dial and tell them the plague grew overnight in our water glasses, I suffocated.
Like the others.
Whoa. Really freaky!!!
Thanks Jg for reading. Freaky indeed!
Ewww, scary nightmarish words! Love it!
Thank you SBC! Glad you enjoyed the scare….:)
Terrifying – horrible way to go
I agree AM…. thank you for reading.
I have a problem with stories in which the narrator dies… how did he write or relate the story?
Lon, that’s an excellent point. Thank you for that.