It was the same vanishing act that gripped the whole town. Thrift stores with too much thrift, empty churches, bars, and gas stations littered the outskirts of the abandoned town. The only new construction since the 1970’s had been a Walmart and the housing development Candace lived in. It appeared as if most of the population just got up and left one day. This place was ground zero. When the mines closed it happened suddenly, and by the time the union members realized they signed their own death warrant it was too late, and the locks were up. New townies who arrived over the years felt the dirty underbelly of Spencer’s history but only the old ones really knew. The coal still smeared the Town like it had covered the thousands of faces and lives it destroyed. This building was a museum, an annual of forgotten history that none wanted to remember.
”It couldn’t have got to them…” Kelly forced her hand between her legs, trying to push the worms off of her sensitive places. They weren’t as lively as before. She pushed her panties aside and let a squishy mass fall. Her fingers brushed and dug at her newly loosened and sore pussy trying to get them all. They were everywhere, an impossible part of her that she couldn’t be rid of. She grew more and more frantic, regaining her mind and realizing what they really were.