This finger thing, pink and glistening, all the way up the side of his leg. Looked like a lizard's tongue.
Like a goddamn banana slug more like, but bumpy and pink...
When it got to his shorts, it made a sort of half turn and disappeared up under the cloth. I think it was seeking out, you know his... Jesus... his butthole, to get inside... That's when he jumped, like he'd been stuck...
That's when the blood came, washed down his legs like from a faucet and him just standing there like he'd been stuck with something sharp and couldn't move, swaying on his feet. Then he whimpered and the blood is just coursing down and getting sopped up by his socks and flowing over his shoes. Sounded like someone wringing out a dishcloth. The pink thing, it got him. He fell flat on his face in a pool of his own blood, deader than Adam, and whiter than a fucking bone.
Then that little pink fucker came shooting back out from under his shorts, only it was much fatter than when it went in. Fatter than my wrist, and I watched it stretch and shrink across the ground like some kind of demonic inchworm trying to get away. That bastard was fast, too. Faster than any snake I ever seen, and it somehow knew I was after it before I even knew, and I had my claw hammer raised over the meatiest part of it, and I swung that bitch on it as quick as a piston.
Don't you know..... Don't you know.. That that worm, or whatever it was....screamed out with the voice of a man?