The Claw is sharp. The Claw attacks swiftly and brutally, scratching and gripping its prey.
Tap, tap, tap...
About 20 or so years ago, Bill had back surgery. I don’t know all the details but the gist of it is that his Volkswagon Bug was rear-ended by an armored truck and Bill had three discs removed from his back. It’s pretty impressive that he’s able to walk at all because back in the day, doctors were more likely to fuse your spine than do disc surgery.
But now, as a result, when he’s tired, when he hasn’t worked out, when he hasn’t been adjusted by the chiropractor, Bill’s back spasms at night. When he lays down and finally relaxes, his whole right side spasms. His leg twitches and jerks, and the foot curls up into The Claw and seeks me out in the night, attacking me.
I try to move my legs away, kick it to the other side of the bed, but The Claw is persistent. It hunts me down and finds me wherever I am.
LMAO!! OMG, all I can picture is that foot coming at you!!
Ooooo – what an excellently spooky Halloween story!!
I wish it were a Halloween story. But I guess real life is always more frightening!
That picture? Is gross! Now I’m picturing Bill with a foot like that. EWE.
.-= Lesley´s last blog ..Before I Was Like Charles Schulz But Now I’m Just Like Atreyu* Only Instead Of A Luck Dragon I’m Stuck Here With A Mostly-Dead Porcupine =-.