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Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Cockroach
Short Story by VictorM
After a long day working at a client site, on yet another dull city, I was pleased to return to my hotel room for some peace and quiet. After unloading my work gear, I picked up the newspaper and headed to the bathroom. I sat down at the “King’s Throne”, opened the paper and proceeded to get informed. Just then I felt something move.
I looked up from the newspaper to see something crawling on the floor at the other end of the bathroom. Squinting, I could tell it was a cockroach. But not just any cockroach; this was the biggest cockroach I had ever seen. Its large size startled me for a moment. Hurriedly, I tried to get up and walk away, but I tripped on the trousers wrapped around my ankles and fell forward. Just then my head hit the bathroom sink and I passed out.
When I came to I had no idea how much time had elapsed, but I had the feeling it was only a few seconds, maybe even a minute or two. When I tried to get up, for some reason, I couldn’t. I tried frantically to move my arms and legs, to no avail. I remember telling myself not to panic. Just then I felt something crawling up my neck.
Through the corner of my eyes I could see the dark brown insect move up the side of my face and around my lips. I still couldn’t muster any muscular reflex, so I tried to scream loudly. But no matter how hard I tried, all I could manage was a hoarse, muffled sound. Just then I felt the cockroach’s legs on my lips.
The cockroach was pushing its oblong chitinous body into my mouth. I could feel its legs on my tongue and its posterior feelers on the roof of my mouth. The muscles on my neck tensed up as I tried to prevent the cockroach from making its way down my throat. I felt that I wasn’t going to be able to stop it and started to gag. Just then I slammed down my teeth and bit it.
I heard the cracking sound of my teeth crushing through the pest’s shell. Almost immediately I could feel the gooey, slimy bile from the cockroach on my tongue. Its limbs were frantically wagging inside my mouth. With all the force that I could gather I spit the sickening creature across the room. Just then I felt the rest of my body start to respond to my brain impulses.
I quickly got up and ran to the sink to wash my mouth. Cupping cold water in my hands, I pushed it into my mouth repeatedly to rinse away the disgusting cockroach bile. My urge to vomit subsided as the cold water served to revive me. Just then I realized that the cockroach was not yet dead.
I turned around to look for it. All I could see was part of the tail that I bit off and a trail of saliva and bile left by the cockroach. The trail led to my bedroom. I looked everywhere but couldn’t find it. Just then I wondered… do I sleep with my mouth open?
Tags: short, story, squeamish, cockroach, fright, scary, horror, stories
After a long day working at a client site, on yet another dull city, I was pleased to return to my hotel room for some peace and quiet. After unloading my work gear, I picked up the newspaper and headed to the bathroom. I sat down at the “King’s Throne”, opened the paper and proceeded to get informed. Just then I felt something move.
I looked up from the newspaper to see something crawling on the floor at the other end of the bathroom. Squinting, I could tell it was a cockroach. But not just any cockroach; this was the biggest cockroach I had ever seen. Its large size startled me for a moment. Hurriedly, I tried to get up and walk away, but I tripped on the trousers wrapped around my ankles and fell forward. Just then my head hit the bathroom sink and I passed out.
When I came to I had no idea how much time had elapsed, but I had the feeling it was only a few seconds, maybe even a minute or two. When I tried to get up, for some reason, I couldn’t. I tried frantically to move my arms and legs, to no avail. I remember telling myself not to panic. Just then I felt something crawling up my neck.
Through the corner of my eyes I could see the dark brown insect move up the side of my face and around my lips. I still couldn’t muster any muscular reflex, so I tried to scream loudly. But no matter how hard I tried, all I could manage was a hoarse, muffled sound. Just then I felt the cockroach’s legs on my lips.
The cockroach was pushing its oblong chitinous body into my mouth. I could feel its legs on my tongue and its posterior feelers on the roof of my mouth. The muscles on my neck tensed up as I tried to prevent the cockroach from making its way down my throat. I felt that I wasn’t going to be able to stop it and started to gag. Just then I slammed down my teeth and bit it.
I heard the cracking sound of my teeth crushing through the pest’s shell. Almost immediately I could feel the gooey, slimy bile from the cockroach on my tongue. Its limbs were frantically wagging inside my mouth. With all the force that I could gather I spit the sickening creature across the room. Just then I felt the rest of my body start to respond to my brain impulses.
I quickly got up and ran to the sink to wash my mouth. Cupping cold water in my hands, I pushed it into my mouth repeatedly to rinse away the disgusting cockroach bile. My urge to vomit subsided as the cold water served to revive me. Just then I realized that the cockroach was not yet dead.
I turned around to look for it. All I could see was part of the tail that I bit off and a trail of saliva and bile left by the cockroach. The trail led to my bedroom. I looked everywhere but couldn’t find it. Just then I wondered… do I sleep with my mouth open?
Tags: short, story, squeamish, cockroach, fright, scary, horror, stories
