Nightmare Soup Tales That Will Turn Your Stomach

The Fly

Mr. Anderson lifted a large display of dead insects onto his

desk and pointed to the lower right-hand corner. His 7th-grade

science class loved his demonstrations.

"This one is called a Botfly," he began, "and it's one of the

nastiest insects on Earth. At least in my opinion."

Logan leaned forward to get a better look. "It looks like a

normal fly to me, just a bit bigger."

His friend Drew was equally unimpressed. "Yeah what's the

big deal?"

Mr. Anderson smiled. "Well boys, do you really want to

know?"

Logan and Drew nodded together.

"Botfly larvae are parasites. And this particular species loves

humans. See, the female deposits the eggs directly onto the skin, or

in some cases, attaches them to a mosquito or tick for an even

nastier delivery. Once the larvae hatch, they immediately start

burrowing deep into the flesh, where they continue to feed on you

from the inside."

The thought alone turned Logan's stomach. "That is absolutely

disgusting."

Mr. Anderson laughed. "You're right. Now imagine 50 of these

things creeping around in your skin. That's a Botfly infestation, and

it happens all the time."

The mental image caused Logan to turn a pale white.

Mr. Anderson quickly realized he may have gone too far with

the story. "Okay, class, that's enough about the Botfly. Logan, why

don't you get a drink of water."

For weeks after that, Logan constantly checked himself for

botflies. He was terrified of the thought, and any blemish or mark

that showed up on his skin caused him to fly into paranoia.

Then one morning he woke up and found a large, itchy bump on

his arm. He instantly thought the worst. When he got to school he

showed Drew, who only teased him.

"Yep, it's a Botfly all right, just think it's probably eating your

flesh right now."

Logan looked down at his arm. "Seriously, though, what if it is? I

need to find Mr. Anderson right now."

Mr. Anderson was alone in his classroom grading papers when

Logan and Drew walked in.

Without saying a word, Logan stuck his arm right in Mr.

Anderson's face.

"Logan, for the last time, that's not a Botfly. It's a mosquito

bite. Botflies are mainly in South America. You've got to quit

doing this."

Logan peered down at the red bump, "Are you sure?"

Mr. Anderson sighed. "I'm 100% positive, now get to the class

you're supposed to be in."

As Logan and Drew walked out the door, Mr. Anderson sat back in

his chair and scratched the side of his head, wondering how two

kids could be so strange.

But then he felt something... odd.

Mr. Anderson immediately got up and walked to the restroom

across the hall. He looked in the mirror and brushed away some of

his hair to reveal a massive red lump with a bloody hole in the

middle.

His fingers trembling, Mr. Anderson slightly pressed on the

fleshy crater. A small wormlike larva sprouted from his skin, and

then quickly disappeared.

Author's note: Some may tell you the creatures mentioned in

these stories are fictional, but I can tell you with 100% certainty

that the Botfly is real. So sleep tight, don't let the Botflies bite.