03 Apr Interdimensional Noodles

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📅 Published on April 3, 2026

“Interdimensional Noodles”

Written by Craig Groshek
Edited by Craig Groshek
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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⏰ ESTIMATED READING TIME — 5 minutes

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Lyndsay found her mother Tina in the kitchen and said she had found noodles from another dimension in the basement.

She said it plainly, with no sign that she thought anything about it was strange. She was holding a plastic horse in one hand and had a streak of pink chalk on her cheek from the play area David had set up for her downstairs beside the washer and dryer. Her mother looked up from the sink, expecting Lyndsay to smile or laugh, but she only pointed toward the basement door and said they were coming out of the drain.

For a moment she expected worms, or some sort of parasites. Then she thought of some sewer backup, something soft and filthy that had pushed up through the pipe. She told Lyndsay to stay in the kitchen and grabbed the broom from the pantry. Lyndsay followed anyway, close at her heels, talking the whole way down about how the noodles had been moving and smelling around like they were trying to find something under her toy shelf. Tina grimaced.

The basement light clicked on overhead. At first Tina saw only the usual things. The concrete floor around Lyndsay’s rug was scattered with blocks, dolls, and a tipped coloring bin. The lamp in the play corner was still on. Then she saw the floor drain near the far wall.

Something thick had pulled itself halfway out of it.

It was not a worm, nor was it any kind of parasite she had ever seen. It looked like a length of intestine the color of pale spaghetti, slick with moisture and striped with sewer filth. Fresh blood was flecked across it in tiny dark drops. At the exposed end was a round, lipless mouth lined with small lamprey-like teeth. The body lifted and bent without bones, nosing at the air, then lowered its mouth to the wet ring around the drain and fed on a clot of waste that had pushed up from the pipe. It made a damp sucking sound as it ate.

Lyndsay stepped closer.

Tina caught her by the wrist and dragged her back. “Stay behind me.”

The thing turned at the sound of her voice. It did not have eyes, but it knew where they were. Its body rose higher. Its round mouth opened and closed as it angled toward them. Tina shoved Lyndsay behind her and hit it with the broom.

The bristles bent. The handle struck with a hollow, fleshy sound. The creature collapsed against the floor and lay still. Tina thought she had killed it.

Then a laceration opened along its side.

It began as a split no longer than her thumb. It widened as something inside pushed outward. A second later the wound peeled open from end to end. What spilled from the body was worse than the body itself.

Hundreds of smaller versions poured out in a slick knot, each no thicker than a shoelace. They writhed over one another, then separated and spread in every direction with awful speed. They moved like loose cords thrown across the floor. One bored into a cardboard box and vanished inside it. Another chewed through the edge of Lyndsay’s rug. Several reached the stacked plastic totes by the wall and began eating holes through the sides. The sounds came all at once: scraping, wet chewing, and soft tearing.

Tina snatched Lyndsay into her arms and backed toward the stairs.

The floor changed under her feet. Tiny pits were opening wherever the small creatures paused. The carpet in the play area puckered and vanished in ragged circles. Beneath it, the padding went next. Then the concrete itself began to pit and sink in shallow divots. Gray dust spread around the holes as if the floor were being eaten from the top down.

Tina reached the stairs just as the first of them climbed the riser.

More were already on the wall. They had spread faster than she had imagined possible. They threaded up the painted cinder block, curled along the framing, and dropped from the joists in pale loops. Sawdust began to sift down across her shoulders. Somewhere above her head, wood gave a sharp crack.

“Mom,” Lyndsay said, clearly anxious.

Before Tina had a chance to respond, one of the creatures dropped from the ceiling and landed on the girl’s shoulder. Its mouth latched at once. Lyndsay screamed. Tina instinctively tore it off her daughter’s body with her spare hand and crushed it against the stair post in one fluid motion.

It burst apart with a sickening squelch.

Smaller ones spilled out of the pulp, finer and quicker than the last batch. They ran over Lyndsay’s shirt collar and into her hair. Tina clawed at them and felt them moving under her fingers, cold and slick and impossibly strong for their size. They went into Lyndsay’s nose, her mouth, and her ears. They vanished under her clothes. Lyndsay’s screaming changed fast.

Tina dropped the broom and used both hands, pulling handfuls of them away. Each one that tore open released more. They swarmed her wrists, then climbed her sleeves and bit into the soft skin at her forearms. She stumbled back, clutching Lyndsay, and her heel punched through a stair tread that had been half-eaten through from below.

They went down together.

The fall knocked Lyndsay from Tina’s arms. By the time Tina pushed herself up, the floor around the girl looked alive. Pale bodies knotted over Lyndsay’s chest and face in a twisting layer. The shape of her was still there, but it was going fast. Tina threw herself forward anyway. She grabbed at her daughter, got one hand on the fabric of her shirt, and felt it come loose in strips.

Then the creatures found Tina’s neck, her waist, her stomach, and the inside of her knees. They chewed through her clothes first, then into her. She realized then that the creatures were multiplying as they fed, spreading faster with every bite. The last thing Tina saw clearly was Lyndsay’s little plastic horse half buried under a moving layer of pale, serpentine bodies.

David came home a little after five.

The house was quiet. Too quiet. He called for Lyndsay, then for Tina, and heard nothing back. He set his keys on the counter and noticed the basement door slightly ajar. From below came a sound he could not place at first. Then he understood it was chewing. Wet, constant chewing, mixed with a low gurgling movement like water struggling through a clogged pipe.

He pulled the door wider and looked down.

The basement was teeming with them. They covered the floor in a roiling mass that looked, at a distance, like a bed of living intestines. Larger ones wound across what remained of the broken stairs and hung from the joists in heavy, pale loops. Smaller ones moved over them in frantic streams. The creatures moved over one another and chewed through whatever they touched, including one another. Bits of carpet, wood, and concrete were gone. So were the shelves, the boxes, and most of Lyndsay’s play corner.

Near the center of the room, two of the largest creatures lifted something between them and tugged at it in slow, stubborn jerks.

It was Tina’s head.

One eye was missing, an empty socket in its place. The other was bulging, open wide in frozen terror. Her jaw hung loose. Blood and saliva swung from her chin in thin strings as the creatures pulled at her face between them. At the sight of his wife, David vomited and collapsed to his knees at the top of the stairs, clutching the nearby wall for support, and stared.

He frantically looked about. There was no sign of Lyndsay.

Distracted as he was, and still experiencing the effects of shock, David didn’t notice when one of the larger things turned its mouth toward him, sniffing the air in anticipation as it approached, anticipating its next meal.