Kevin found himself thinking of how this fat woman sitting behind the counter with her greasy grey hair and pockmarked skin, nothing but slimy rolls of fat tucked into a large, faded pink t-shirt with stains in the armpits, could possibly be the most horrendous, disgusting, absolutely abhorrent creature on the planet. But he shook the thoughts out of his head immediately. His mother taught him better than that.
Of course, the irony had not been lost to Kevin. To think that this disgusting flesh monster was managing a Laundromat – the only Laundromat open at this time of night. It seemed he had the worst luck in the world.
“Like I said, we could probably do that for you,” the woman said again, sneering, baring her rotten yellow teeth to him like gold peeking out from underneath the lid of a sunken chest. The sounds she was forming were more of hisses than words, and Kevin felt his spine shiver involuntarily. “But, like I said, we won’t.”
Kevin gave up, and he took a deep breath, deciding to try and take his business elsewhere. He grabbed his suit, still in the plastic case he’d set it in, from its place on the counter. He was in a shady part of town, and he’d best get back to his hotel as soon as possible. He had an early start tomorrow, and he had to see if his hotel would be willing to at least press the suit early tomorrow morning.
“Thank you anyway,” He told the greasy-haired, anthropomorphized blob fish behind the counter. “I hope you have a good night.”
He turned around and headed for the door, his leather shoes making dull thump-thumps on the dirty carpet of the Laundromat. He reached for the door and pushed, but he was surprised when the door didn’t budge. He pulled, thinking himself an idiot, but the door remained shut.
He turned to the woman behind the counter, who was leering at him with a snarl curling her lips, which held her cigarette in place. “Could you unlock the door for me?” He asked politely, losing his patience.
“We could probably do that for you,” the woman hissed. “But we won’t.”
The walls seemed to come alive, as the bags of laundry sitting on the shelves against the wall began to shake. It seemed to Kevin that there were animals moving around in them, and he felt the first shock of fear strike the bottom of his spine. The whole room began to fill up with the sound of rustling sheets, and Kevin glanced around the room to see all the writhing bags, just in time to see an arm poke out from the bag directly adjacent to him.
Inspired by this prompt from writingprompts.tumblr.com.