Lights Out

Impaired Vision

I really shouldn't have drank so much last night. A six pack was normally my limit but then someone suggested jello shots and it was all over from there. A couple shots turned into a few beers and soon enough I was chugging from the whiskey bottle. It all went kinda dark from there.

I decided to shower without the lights on for fear of a truly memorable migraine, but when I lathered my eyes instead  of my head I flicked on the overhead. After, I rinsed my eyes some more directly from the faucet. Once I thought the soap was cleared out I raise my gaze to the mirror.

And gasp in horror. Around my bloodshot eyes are small pock marks decorating my face. They look like a bad case of acne that spread all over. I poked one, expecting a hard bump, but it broke open with the smallest touch. Ooze leaked from the black hole it made and like dominoes the rest of the bumps opened as well. My horror continued as little black worms began to pour from my face. They rolled and dripped off my chin into the sink, leaving black tar marks as they wiggled into the drain. They wouldn't stop coming.

I screamed and clawed at my face, tearing the holes wider and making the worms come out faster. I squeezed one between my fingers and it exploded black tar, staining my skin and clothes. The holes took up the vast majority of my face now and I can barely see my eyes or my nose or anything relatively me. It was all writhing worms.

I fell backwards onto the floor, the worms jumping into my mouth and falling around my head. I spit out a few but some were crunched in the process. Black tar streamed down my mouth and coated my tongue and teeth, tasting of rot and mold. I tried to smash my hands against the offending creatures but only succeeded in punching myself in the face while the worms exploded and new ones took their place. Thousands had to come out by now and still more were coming.

I run the bath and shove my head under the water but immediately regret it when it scalded my ear. I turn the dials, leaking black worms all over it, and put the plug over the drain. I lean over the edge and let my head be completely submersed.

That's when the pain started. The worms apparently don't like water and about faced so they were crawling back...in...my skull. I screamed underwater as I felt their slimy little bodies burrow en masse into my brain, a clicking sound making me twitch as they chewed through the bone. Before I could think, "Maybe I should get out of the water," the creatures were through the thin membrane and happily squirming around my brain matter.

Something clicked for me then. They were inside and I was...somewhere. In my body, sure, but I wasn't telling my arms to push me to my feet. Or telling my hand to pry the bar off my shower. Or making my fingers open the front door and leave my apartment.

Or that I should shove the bar into my neighbor's skull.