It Awaits Us

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." There was word that someone had choked to death again and everyone in the cove who traveled to or lived near the inlet was adamant about finding the way out of the area. A call had been put out to search any and every structure and so, here we are, parked near the search and research site in the cabin, outside our homes, and .... well, waiting. We can not leave either. The campsites are just a small replication of our option... no, our potential for escaping. The girl down at the rookery, a photographer, was the last to be discovered... there was a black fungus seeping from her mouth and nostrils. No one has ever seen anything like it ... except, well there was a larvae bug. A larvae-laying bug that lays eggs inside the nostrils or any other moist opening on the body. (You should bathe often unless the only water is at the pond or open lake just there in the woods.) That cabin had been fairly empty... abandoned until now. The candle and all.. footprints and the sounds coming across the way here. Sounds like something knicking away at someone... the low burbling scream and all echoing in the darkening sky, so near. But the candle will only serve 'em for so long. We know that the black fungus takes hold in the darkness. The crawlers weren't the worst thing on the list at the mortician's office... they picked up a few new bodies that were loaded with the black running from their ears and streaming from... it's usually the uppermost extremities.. open sources, you know. But sometimes it gets into the lower spaces.. the wet most body area... like when someone laying open and waiting for an encounter... then catches the worst of infiltration. I think it's some kind of bug... like I said. But the professionals all got their way of figuring it out... tests and all. It just takes so long. Some time back it was the one that came up from the cellar of that same cabin. They brought out plastic bags... black plastic bags, then those dressed in toxic suits and all. The bags were taken to a lab and back here in the cove, a new law down. NO DEPARTURES. The tents are our best escape. (Keep the zippers shut during the dark and the colloidal spray... the mallow coating, slick during the day.) The moon is getting big overhead, and this is our worst hour... those first bodies were created by implants and no one is sure what the piercing is caused by... yet. Sure there's all sorts of bugs and there's all kinds of crazy people doing things, injecting instead of making cures; but it's... I think it's the bugs. But they were injecting us as the source... purging the harm out from us, but it's... it w-w-was put by the bugs... so many bugs from everyplace here now, in and on our everything. They have this sort of research lab going on in the cabin... tonight or longer, and other than injecting us... not vaccinating us, not the inoculation to be a cure-all, it's like they give us what they want to get out of us!

Then the one night... This night... There was the candle in the window. It was thought that the flame would draw insects to it... An old trick that always worked. It was to draw bugs to the light. For these, it had been a myth. Whoever set it had to be already slackened for thought. Well, the candle flickered in the window across the way Horatio reminded them that they were set in the park not long ago... not long ago and they were breeding interbreeding... ticks to kissing bugs and leeches. No one was allowed in the pond just past the cabin anymore. The pond was overrun with the leech hybrid and they had begun to fly. So we don't know what it was... what it is, except for experiments and mixing what was already here. The fungus... that black ooze... keep your zipper door shut and watch the holes in your walls, they're everywhere! The moon is up... lights out!