Slunk up through the murk, pushed aside the crushed goldfish crackers, the dust and detritus. Slithered from the depths out from under a child's bed and ate his father from the inside. Smashed inside Daddy through his tear ducts, stretching them, and gnawed its way down to his toes like a swarm of kohl worms, traveling the earth.
The swarm had researched, though. It spoke English, could work the limbs and bellows and bilges that made Daddy move.