I've never had hives, so when I looked in the mirror and saw brownish scabs all over my chest, face, and arms, that was the first guess as to what they might be. I wanted to be sure.
I went around the house asking each of my siblings and parents if they knew what was on me. My mom couldn't be sure, and my siblings were just guessing.
I walked outside trying to scratch at them when I ran into my boyfriend.
He had them too. He was sitting on the porch steps picking rather successfully at one on his arm. I sat down next to him to watch. He escavated around the brown, and pulled it out of a socket of skin it seemed trenched into. It looked sort of like a tick on the other side, but it had no visible head: Just identical legs and arms that were spiked with teeth.
He said it was a flesh eating organism with no mouth, and that it was slowly devouring him. We had to get them off us right away.
I started working on one in my left hand. I got one leg out and lost my grip on it. It clinched back down onto my other hand, effectively locking my hands together so that I couldn't remove any.
I fought the flesh eater furiously to get my hands separated. It was no use.
I wondered where this infection came from, and suddenly I knew.
It was on a TV screen in my mind. I was sitting in a cabinet with my boyfriend, some scientists, and some envitro/fertilization specialists.
Outside the cabinet doors, a sterile white lab held two men and one woman. The woman was suspended in the air by some kind of device.
The men were fighting over her. She was an egg donor. One of the men was her husband, and the other a fertile sperm donor.
The men were supposed to be helping each other mate with her, but the husband was getting jealous.
She noticed that there was a slimey substance on the walls and touched it.
The female doctor inside the cabinet watching with us called the men over. The husband was asked to get in the cabinet. The cabinet doors were closed so that he couldn't see the mating, but cracks were left for the other scientists. I could still see.
I watched them engage in sex while she was still suspended in the air.
Some of the slime from the walls and floor entered her during the intercourse. The slime grew inside her. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was forming a new, dangerous, and hungry little flesh eater.
Would the baby flesh eaters be born with her child? Would they eat her child while they grew and she would give birth only to them? Would they eat her from the inside out, too? I didn't know.
But I could see them on me and my boyfriend. I knew they would get out and attack the rest of us. This lab couldn't hold them.
But was that the plan? Were the scientists evil conspirators? All this brainstorming transpassed while I sat watching the donors fuck.
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 Mona Christensen
Date August 19, 2001
Comment: I felt panic for a moment until I realized that it was a dream and that I wasn't infected. Then a moment of relief.
Characters: My boyfriend, family, and I
Location(s): My childhood home
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