My names Scott Wilson and I live in Buckinghamshire England with my wife three children and two cats. I have always liked to write but I have only taken it seriously the last few years.
I have six books available on Amazon with two more due by the end of the year.
I read every day and thanks to the BOOKS OF HORROR group, my shelf is never empty.
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BUZZ
by
Scott Wilson
It buzzed into his ear.
Owen had been talking to Jodi and he instinctively put his little finger into his ear to remove the irritant, still talking about the movie they had just seen.
Whether it was a small feather, fly or even a bit of dirt, Owen didn’t think about it again, until he had returned to his car.
Jodi had gone her own way too, promising to text him tomorrow.
He was on a high, a first date with Jodi, thee Jodi that he had pretty much stalked since school.
Something buzzed in his ear, short and sharp. So close to his eardrum that it sounded like an Apache helicopter.
Returning the same little finger to his ear he dug in to try and remove the bug, but only pushed it in further.
Its wings buzzed as if they were trying to communicate.
Irritation turned to unease as his tried to clear his ear but now sure he couldn’t reach it.
“Don’t panic, get home and wash it out with the showerhead” he told himself.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, he composed himself before starting the engine and turned onto the road.
He wanted to speed, the thought of a creature invading his body was too much to take and when it buzzed again, he nearly turned into oncoming traffic in alarm.
“What if it burrows into my brain!”
Once home, he didn’t even close the front door as he dashed for the bathroom.
After undoing his belt, he used one hand to pull down his jeans while the other turned on the shower.
It buzzed again and panic set in and he let out a whimper. Naked, apart from his socks, he stepped into the shower and instantly turned his head so that the water flooded his ear and hopefully washed out the bug.
“Or pushed it in more!”
It buzzed again but it was fainter either due to the showers noise or the thing leaving.
He hoped it was the latter.
Eyes closed to shield them from the spray, he reached out for the closest bottle of soap and squeezed a little into his upturned ear.
He could now hear bubbling as the shower gel turned to foam. It sounded like a fireworks display as one bubble popped after another.
Nearly five minutes had gone without a buzz and his neck was beginning to ache, so he turned his head, allowing the watered-down soap to pour out.
He looked down for any signs of a fly or bug, but he didn’t see one in the mass of soapy foam that now swamped around his feet and clung to his socks.
He used his finger to clear his ear, there was still the odd pop of soap bubbles but the relief that the bug had gone was overwhelming.
After pulling his socks off he gave the rest of his body a clean.
Later, in bed, he felt his eyes begin to get heavy, so he turned off the TV and rolled onto his side, allowing sleep to take him.
Buzz
He grumbled.
There was no way his alarm was sounding off already.
Buzz
The noise was coming from within his pillow.
He rolled, his subconscious telling him that he had trapped a fly beneath him.
Sure that he had now freed it, sleep took him again.
Buzz
He turned.
“Wha…?”
He had been in a deep sleep and he felt dry dribble on his chin.
Buzz
He was instantly alert.
The bug hadn’t gone.
He wriggled his finger in his ear but he couldn’t get to it, the thing was in deep and as it buzzed again, it seemed to echo around his skull.
The buzz was fiercer now, no longer the short, sharp movement of wings but a continuous vibration.
There was another noise too.
It sounded like a slither.
It was only slight but if he strained, he could just make it out.
Leaping out of bed he rushed for the bathroom to look for …he didn’t know, as he emptied his was washbag into the sink. All he could see were a mixture of miniature aftershaves and hand-lotions. He opened the small cabinet above the sink, it was filled with a selection of deodorants, mostly Christmas gifts and dental things.
Then he saw it, a single earbud.
He snatched it up before jamming it into his ear. He didn’t care if he damaged his eardrum as long as he removed the intruder.
The buzzing got louder as if the creature was protesting and crawling in deeper.
He cried in alarm as his panic was replaced with pure dread.
He wriggled the bud around like he was unblocking a drain. It may have looked funny had it not been for the screaming.
There was a final buzz, then all when quiet within his skull.
He slowly pulled it out, expecting to see a black fly stuck in a glob of yellow earwax.
But that was not what the earbud revealed.
Instead, it was covered in a green goo with white specks and a solitary wing.
He might have puked had the satisfaction of removing the thing not been so strong.
He looked closer at the mass to see that the white specks were moving, they resembled small maggots.
Disgusted, he threw the earbud into the toilet and watched as he flushed it away.
He didn’t want to think anymore about it, afraid that it might make him lose his mind.
Owen looked at himself in the mirror, he looked tired.
His left eye twitched as something crawled out from the tear duct.
It was a white speck.
All he had to hand, that was of any use, were dental toothpicks. They had wire heads but if they could remove meat then they could remove maggots.
He lifted it to his eye ready to operate, his mania was in charge now, that’s when he heard, from within, another buzz.
And then another and another.