Collection of Short Scary Stories

Allergic to Bees

    Bees aren't supposed to fly. And they shouldn't. It's like having a drunk driver. They're concentrating on staying on the road so hard and trying not to let the alcohol get the best of them that when someone pulls out in front of them they can't stop. They just keep going and crash. Or they turn too hard and hit a tree or a house or something.        

        I am allergic to bees. And not just mildly allergic, no. It's bad. Once, when i was ten, I was laying on the lawn outside when I rolled over and a bee stung my arm. It got so puffy and red that i had to keep it rested against my stomach and with an icepack wrapped around it at all times. Needless to say, I've never rolled in the grass again.

    It wasn't just my allergies that made me hate bees, though. It was their sheer stupidity. They were not supposed to be able to fly as their bodies were so big and heavy and their wings were small and light, yet they pumped they're inappropriately proportioned appendages with all their might and refused to follow the rules. All they did was collect pollen using this cheat and sting people. Worthless.

    Last week it had been one of those days where there was that wind that would gust for a bit and then die down. It was also a day that I was supposed to receive a gift card in the mail from my uncle.

    I was walking back up my driveway from retrieving the mail (in which there was not a gift card) when one of the ungrateful insects buzzed past the right side of my head to the front of my face. I swatted at it with the catalogues and pieces of junk mail in my hand. It veered to the left a bit but was still floating in front of my face about three feet from my left eye. Just as I was about to swat at it again the wind picked up and blew across my face. The bees strength faltered, it's concentration failed. Stinger at the ready, it plunged backwards.

    Bees aren't supposed to fly. It's like having a drunk driver. They're concentrating on staying on the road so hard and trying not to let the alcohol get the best of them that when someone pulls out in front of them they can't stop. If only I wouldn't have made that fatal mistake of pulling out...