Goodreads asked Stacey Dighton:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Stacey Dighton They had started at the wall of his swollen, inflamed stomach and then had worked their way along his upper intestine, munching their way through the maze of fleshy ooze and sinewy tissue and emerging, mouths dripping, at his mottled, but still beautifully alive, liver. She had told him the bugs would cure the lingering, agonising pain caused by his IBS, but it turns out you should never trust a homeopathic doctor with one eye and a hessian sack full of flesh eating bugs.

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