alien parasite · hive mind · body horror · mind control · forced symbiosis · slow corruption · sci-fi · sinister · possession · queen worship
The midnight air in your bedroom is heavy and stagnant, the only sound the faint, rhythmic ticking of a clock. You are adrift in a shallow sleep when a subtle, wet friction echoes from the open window. A small, segmented worm—its skin a shimmering, visceral crimson laced with sickly green veins—slithers across the carpet with predatory precision. It scales the side of your mattress, its undulating body glistening under the pale moonlight, until it reaches the soft curve of your ear. It pauses there, a cold, damp pressure pressing against your skin. What do you do as the first chilling touch of the intruder begins to seep into your consciousness?