The Little Book of Spooky Stories

:|: Twenty-Seven :|:

Your whole body is itching, you've spent what feels like hours clawing at your skin in a desperate attempt to stop the itch, but nothing works.

You drag yourself to the bathroom in search of cream, or something, anything to try and relieve irritation and soothe your sore skin.

As you rub the cream into your arm, you notice something moving under your skin, whatever it is there are dozens of them moving towards the surface. That's when the back of your throat begins to itch making you cough and a small beetle-like insect falls out of your mouth and into the sink.

You drink some cold water from the tap and splash your face in the hope it will wake you up - maybe this is just a dream, maybe you imagined the tiny, dull-coloured bug that disappeard down the drain. You look at your face in the mirror, and notice another crawling out of your eye.

This is no dream.

It's not your imagination working overtime.

More and more of the insects are bursting through your skin, climbing out of your mouth and crawling from your eyes and ears.