another specific fear

I found myself thinking about that slug yesterday and wondering what would happen to it in the sewer. Would it eventually mutate into some kind of flesh eating monster, then mate with a crocodile, have little flesh eating baby monsters that would struggle out of the sewers using their tiny little legs to heave themselves over the rim of the toilet bowl into our bathroom. Next time I have a shower will they be watching? Will they pounce when I am at my most vulnerable, naked and covered in soap. I will be their first victim, but there will be many more to come. Soon the whole world will know of the mutated flesh eating slugadiles.

I like to think of myself as an extremely rational person with the capacity for clear thinking, but I can still manage to scare myself a little with ideas like this. This is how I am able to still enjoy horror stories or movies, even though I have experienced enough of life to know that vampires don't exist and werewolves don't exist and certainly there is no such thing as a slugadile. I think maybe I have read too many stories and seen too many movies where the threat is discovered for the time only after it has eaten its first victim. It makes sense to me that one day I could be that FIRST VICTIM. The first person to have the blood drained from their body by a vampire one dark night as I walk home from my girlfriend's house. [This was a very specific fear about 20 years ago. I used to have to walk a couple of miles home from her house and I used to get to thinking about what could jump out at me on the way. I think this is when I began to devise the first victim theory] I could be the first person to be found with his throat slashed by a werewolf on Blackheath Common. Now that is a scary place, even in the sunlight. It just seems like too much open space in a city like London, and then you find out that it has been built on the graves of victims of the Black Death. The only building on the common is a church, where I am sure they must carry out daily exorcisms to rid the place of spirits bent on revenge against the living. How else can you explain the fact that the road collapsed a few months ago. I don't think we have heard the truth about this yet but I have an idea that some poor soul out for their daily jog around the common became the first victim and he was dragged screaming by some unspeakable through the hole in the road down into the bowels of hell, and there they have remained, their eyes picked at by blackbirds and their flesh eaten by a horde of slugadiles for eternity.

And that is just the monsters...don't get me started on people.