It all started with a slight itch on the tip of my right middle finger. I absentmindedly scratched at it, and continued playing Minecraft. I soon forgot about it entirely, as a Creeper blew up the house I had worked on for an hour, as Creepers often do. I cursed and began to rebuild.
My rebuilding took me long into the night, as I had to gather more supplies. When I looked at my phone, the clock said 2:30 am! It was time to crash, or I would be useless in the morning. I slept well, without any dreams. Only sweet blackness.
I awoke feeling refreshed, eager to start the day. It wasn’t until I gripped my shirt that I felt a stab of excruciating pain from my finger. I stared in shock. The tip was black and a foul white liquid was oozing from a small hole. What the fuck? How had this happened?
I frantically scrubbed it clean, moaning in pain and disgust as I squeezed it slightly. The pus flowed out of it, coating my sink with a nasty smelling slime. I grimaced and squeezed harder. Something popped, and the pus spurted in my face. I dry heaved immediately, nearly falling.
Frantically I wiped my face clean. I’d need to take a long shower to get through this shit. Still the finger oozed, though more slowly this time. Blood began to seep out of it as well, so I poured peroxide over it and bandaged the wound. Much better.
However, my satisfaction at this was short lived. The true horror came when I lifted my shirt.
My stomach was nearly covered in black sores, each leaking that same despicable slime. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I vomited everywhere. To my shock, I had thrown up more of the white stuff. What was happening to me? Am I going to die?
It was then that I felt the powerful, screaming itch all over my body. I began to scratch, taking chunks of flesh with each scrape of my nails. I couldn’t help myself, don’t you get it? I couldn’t stop!
There was blood and pus everywhere. The room was beginning to fade.
I blacked out, and when I came to- you were the first person I saw. I don’t understand why you’re looking at me like that, don’t you see the fucking sores?! They’re everywhere!
YOUNG MALE, APPROXIMATELY 23 YEARS OLD TAKEN INTO CUSTODY. IN ROUTE TO PSYCH WARD FOR EVAL. SUBJECT IS CLAIMING SORES ARE ALL OVER HIS BODY. NO SORES IN SIGHT, BUT HE HAS NEARLY SCRATCHED HIMSELF RAW. POSSIBLE DRUG ABUSE.
Pat (last name censored)