They were slugs—big ones. Teddy screamed, his face going Dale. Then all three of us were thrashing for the bank, going just as fast as we could. They carry a local anaesthetic and an anticoagulant in their alien saliva, which means that the host never feels a thing when they attach themselves. We pulled ourselves up on the bank and Teddy went into a hysterical paroxysm as he looked down at himself. He was screaming as he picked the leeches off his naked body. Vern broke the water and looked at us, puzzled.
He paddled across the pool and stumbled out. I was still cold; the heat of the day had been suspended. I kept telling myself to catch hold. Not to get screaming. Not to be a pussy. I picked half a dozen off my arms and several more off my chest. Chris turned his back to me. Are there any more? I pulled their soft, boneless bodies off him.
I brushed even more off my legs, then got Chris to do my back. I was starting to relax a little… and that was when I looked down at myself and saw the granddaddy of them all clinging to my testicles, its body swelled to four times its normal size.
You got to hold onto yourself, I thought, looking at the leech that hung off me like a crazy beard. Stephen King - Umney's last case ». Categories: Stephen King. Oleg :. Leave a Comment. Stephen King — Rage. The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.
When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear. I was twelve going on thirteen when I first saw a dead human being.
Especially on the nights I wake up from those dreams where the hail fell into his open eyes. It was a sort of social club, although it had no name. There were five, maybe six steady guys and some other wet ends who just hung around.
The game was usually blackjack and we played for pennies, nickel limit. But you got double money on blackjack and five- card-under… triple money on six-card-under, although Teddy was the only guy crazy enough to go for that. We found a screen door out there on the same day.
It was flyproof but really rusty -I mean, that rust was extreme. No matter what time of day you looked out that screen door, it looked like sunset Besides playing cards, the club was a good place to go and smoke cigarettes and look at girly books. When it rained, being in the club was like being inside a Jamaican steel drum… but that summer there had been no rain. It had been the driest and hottest since —or so the newspapers said, and on that Friday preceding the Labour Day weekend and the start of another school year, even the goldenrod in the fields and the ditches beside the backroads looked parched and poorly.
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