This story was conceived in a dentist chair during a harrowing series of painful and bloody purification rituals. I passed the rites and returned to my tribe inspired to write a horror story and find better dental insurance.
Recently, my lovely wife gave me a certificate for a professional massage. Lying in a dark room, face down with a stranger, my mind wondered to the macabre as it is wont to do. Tickling my mind was a particularly ghastly segment on a Discovery Channel show about parasites that can infest the human body. As the stranger dug into my muscle and sinew a new idea began to take root in my brain. I urge you, go see the dentist before reading my story. And get a massage, you deserve it. But do it soon. Once I write my massage story you may not find them so relaxing.