Nom, nom, nom.
A gnarly little horror-lite tale possibly inspired by a lifelong obsession with the cheap 1980s horror movie The Stuff. Tellingly, it was completed on the last day of the month, which explains the somewhat underwhelming ending.
He watched Agnes as she ate.
He remembered a time when every tick and nudge of her, every physical twitch had been fascinating an…
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