Plush. The screams outside awaken you. Hurriedly, you leap from your bed and slink into your soothing, soft slippers. Racing for the day, they give a hard tug, as if caught on a splinter. You pull and they rip and they snap, sending you plummeting to the floor. That's when you notice the squirming, squishing, suckling feeling at your heels. Frightened, you look down your trembling legs and you realize that you're slowly being digested by the beheaded undead!