Short Creepy Stories

Itch

I loved to run up on the hills around my home. There were trails you could run on and there were many trees and bushes. There was a certain kind of bush though that you couldn't touch. It wasn't familiar to anyone. No one knew what kind of bush it was. All we knew was not to touch it. One day while I was running on the trails I just so happened to have pricked myself on one of these bushes. I didn't see it coming but I felt it. The sting of the red thorn that stuck into my skin. I looked at my arm and pulled out the thorn and looked at it and then the bush, realizing what I just touched. The bush had droopy leaves and the look of it made my skin crawl. A little drop of blood oozed out of the wound and I tried not to panic and I kept running, leaving the bush behind, careful to not touch any more along with my way back.
As I got home I started to notice it. The itch. Oh god it was so itchy... It started out with a little tingle on my arm and then it started to worsen. I itched and itched but it didn't help. I went to the bathroom and put itching cream along my arm. That didn't help either. The itch kept getting stronger and before I knew it, it was traveling up my arm. Little bumps started to sprout from my skin from the irritation and they moved along with the itch, up my arm. I scratched and scratched, desperate to take the pain away. It kept going, little by little until it started going to my other arm and down my chest, to my legs. My nails clawed at my skin and I started to cry because the itch was so unbearable. The little bumps then started to ooze and that only made me panic more. The itch was now going up my neck and to my face. I cried harder as the itch got more intense. More and more I scratched until I started bleeding. My nails dug up my skin, carving it as I was so desperate to make it go away. I could hear my flesh tear under my nails and I started to feel the itch leave that spot. I scratched my face, hard, feeling more skin break. The itch was leaving. I started to laugh as I teared my skin away. Next I scratched my knees until everything was gone. My skin was in shreds and I lay there on the ground in a puddle of blood and tears. At least the itch was gone.