That Damn Buzzing Sound


For the past few days, I’ve been hearing this intermittent buzzing sound. At first, I thought I’d become used to it and stop hearing it entirely, but to me, it just became more obnoxious over time. It transformed into something akin to a constant, vibrating noise in the back of my head. It was difficult to focus on anything. It became so bad that I had trouble sleeping, and it’s beyond me how my parents never noticed it. You know what they say though. You lose hearing with age, so I wasn’t surprised when they gave me confused looks. Tyler, my neighbor, heard it though, and I was relieved at that. It meant I wasn’t going crazy. He’s actually the one that brought it up when we were in my bedroom playing video games. With him at my side, I became determined to find the source of this noise.

We searched my house first and placed our ears all over the walls. The buzzing sound never seemed to become stronger or weaker, so we went outside. My original thought was that something was wrong with the air conditioning unit. If I was right, it would explain why the sound transferred throughout the entire house. Needless to say, my theory was wrong. We stood beside the thrumming unit, watching the gigantic fan spin around inside. The unit was vibrating, but it wasn’t the sound we were looking for. However, we realized the sound was louder outside than it had been in my room.

Searching my backyard up and down, we came to a stop at the wooden face surrounding the yard. We placed our ears to the fence and exchanged a knowing stare. The sound was coming from beyond the fence, and that was enough for the both of us. We climbed the fence and dropped easily to the other side.

The area beyond my backyard was filled with untouched forest. I had been over my fence a few times when I had accidentally kicked a soccer ball over but not often enough to really explore. My parents always complained about there being poison ivy everywhere, and there was. We skirted around it and created a path without a problem. It was really bizarre though. All we could hear was this buzzing sound – nothing else. I mean, we could just barely hear the leaves and sticks crackling beneath our feet, but all other sounds seemed absent. There were no birds chirping which was the weirdest part for me. You’d be hard pressed to find an area of woods where there aren’t birds constantly singing to each other.

As we kept walking, the buzzing sound grew louder, and eventually, we couldn’t see my fence anymore. We stopped several yards from a cluster of trees covered in tumor-like growths. We just stood there, staring at it, and neither of us could explain what they were. They appeared like they were apart of the tree as if the bark had bubbled outward in these strange formations. Trees can actually develop deformed growths called burls, something I learned in hindsight. Naturally though, our first thoughts were to poke it, but both of us were too chicken to get any closer. So, we grabbed rocks instead. It only took one toss; Tyler was a baseball player. The rock collided with one of the large growths, and upon contact, the growth exploded outward, sending chunks flying.

Not even seconds later, bees, thousands of bees, swarmed out of the opening and formed into a thick, throbbing mass. Both of us screamed and ran. I had never run faster in my entire life. The bees were hot on our heels, and I could feel their stingers plunging into my arms, my back, my legs, anywhere they could swarm. I don’t remember hopping the fence or how I arrived in my front yard, but I must have been screaming bloody murder. I stripped down to my underwear, and my mom began spraying me and the persistent bees with the garden hose. The icy, pressurized water didn’t hurt as bad as the stings or the welts that formed instantly.

I was ushered into the kitchen, given a towel, and my mom began meticulously removing the stingers with a pair of tweezers. She lost count how many she removed from my body. I was only allowed to change into dry underwear since the stings needed to be iced. The swelling and welts had been unimaginable, and now, I understand how people can die from bee stings. I was forced onto the couch with ice packs positioned all over my body. The majority of the stings were on my back, so I laid on my stomach and must have passed out some time later.

I woke the next day in the same position, and the ice packs had been removed. My mom refused to let me change into comfortable clothing until she inspected all of the welts. Thankfully, the swelling had reduced significantly since the previous day. Over a bowl of soup, I learned that my parents called an exterminator after the incident. Apparently, there had been bees angrily flying around our yard and some of the neighbors’ yards. By that point, everyone on our street could hear the enraged buzzing.

The exterminator arrived promptly and followed the trail of chaotic bees back to the nest. The man actually told my parents that it had been the largest colony he had ever seen. He sprayed so many chemicals that he didn’t want anyone near the area, not that anyone wanted to go investigate for themselves. The whole situation made me feel like a complete idiot. How could we have been so stupid?

My only consolation was that Tyler might have suffered just as bad as me with the bee stings. I brought this up to my parents and asked how bad his injuries were. My mother gave me this petrified expression that I’ll never forget. There had been nobody behind me when I raced around the side of my house. She hadn’t even been aware that Tyler had gone back there with me. I felt guilty, beyond guilty. For the next few days, horrible images of Tyler being swarmed consumed me. I swore that he had been right beside me. What made me feel worse is that the exterminator never saw anyone. If Tyler had fallen and been injured, the exterminator would have known because he had to search the entire area for nests and make sure everything was sprayed with pesticides.

About a week after the incident, Tyler was still missing. I decided to search the area for myself, but I wasn’t going unprepared. I grabbed a can of my mother’s hairspray along with a lighter from the kitchen. If any of these bees were still kicking, then I wanted protection. I hopped the fence and moved slowly through the forest, my right hand clenched tightly on the hairspray. The distance to the nest was much further than I remembered. I knew that I had arrived when I heard a thick crunch beneath my shoes. I glanced down and felt a shiver rush through my body. The entire ground was layered with bee corpses. I couldn’t see the dirt or grass, and in some areas, the bees just piled on top of each other.

I was on my last nerve when I approached the nests, trying my best to ignore the sickening crunches underfoot. I narrowed my eyes at the nest that we destroyed, and when I rounded the tree, the rest of the nests became apparent, nearly ten times larger. I cautiously nudged one of the nests which crumbled and revealed thick wax and honeycomb. Dead bees trapped inside of the nest oozed through the opening, and it was enough to turn my stomach. I grumbled beneath my breath and began poking the nest with more confidence, watching more of the pieces fall to the ground.

That’s when I heard the buzzing return. My heart skipped several beats, and I nearly stumbled backwards and landed in the disgusting ruin of dead bees. I sprinted back several feet and raised the hairspray and lighter, watching the nest from all angles. These bees could appear from anywhere. They must have formed their nests throughout this cluster of tress, and it was very possible that their nests extended into the ground as well and beneath the roots. I bit my lip and waited for the swarm to appear like last time, but they never did. Instead, an odd and disturbing sight took me by surprise, enough for me to lower my guard. I left the clearing filled with dead bees and stepped through several bushes, trying to confirm what I was seeing. My whole body quivered, and I wanted to call out. My voice failed me though, and it might have saved my life.

Not even ten yards from me was Tyler. He was just standing there with his back facing me, and something was wrong. His movements were off. His body was twitching involuntarily, and when he took a step, his posture was rigid while his arms were locked in janky positions. Despite the horrible feeling in my gut, I wanted to call out to him. My concern quickly transformed into fear. Tyler turned and lolled his head to the side as if his neck were broken. He knew I was here, yet he couldn’t see me. His eyes were gone. Two dark sockets stared back at me with bees crawling out of them. Sores layered his flesh which had turned into gaping holes, and a viscous fluid was running down his chin. I was too scared to move. I only ran when Tyler began lumbering toward me, swaying back and forth and twitching.

For the second time, I screamed and ran for the hills, trying to outrun the crashes coming from behind me. When I scrambled over the fence, I felt the wood scraping my skin, but I didn’t care. I pounded on my back door crazily and slammed it shut once my mother let me inside. She didn’t understand much of what I was saying since I was hysterical, but she gathered that I had found Tyler’s body in the woods.

By the time the police arrived, they waited for me to calm down, so I could explain what I saw. It was a mess, and they must have thought that I was nuts. They searched in the area where I saw Tyler, but they didn’t find him. They found his body yards upon yards farther away by a creek. Tyler had been reclined on his knees with his forehead against the ground, immobile and dead. I refused to ID him. I couldn’t see those empty eye sockets again.

When I recovered from the event, I wanted to know what happened. I emailed the pathologist who performed Tyler’s autopsy, and practically begged for answers. I needed a logical explanation for what I saw. He explained how they were going through routine procedure when they hit a minor roadblock. When they sliced Tyler open, dead bees poured out. His body had been literally bloated with bees. His eyes were missing. His jaw was broken, completely unhinged. His teeth were gone along with his tongue which was replaced with wax. The worst part was this. His organs were gone. All that was left was the skeleton, muscles, and tissues which seemed to be the base for the extreme amounts of honeycomb within his chest cavity. The pathologist’s only theory was that the bees devoured his organs, but bees aren’t carnivores.

The only way that I can explain this is this. There’s a scientific concept called microevolution, and it’s defined as evolutionary change within a species or small group of organisms, especially over a short period. It must have been triggered by the pesticides. It must have.

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  • Cryo
    Commented on August 24, 2017 at 1:39 pm

    This was a pretty good story. I was suprised when he died because the bee’s literally devoured his organs and killed him

  • Pusheen
    Commented on August 24, 2017 at 8:32 pm


  • Commented on August 24, 2017 at 8:48 pm

    Eyy! Reviewed this one a while ago! Love it! 4/5!

  • Commented on August 24, 2017 at 9:35 pm

    i feel its too long but its a good story

  • Commented on August 25, 2017 at 7:36 am

    I can say that this is a very creepy story and I loved it. Maybe you can next time give a jumpscare? I was hoping to jump outta my skin just by reading this but maybe not tonight.

  • Commented on August 25, 2017 at 12:40 pm

    Amazing story . I really like the concept of the carnivorous bees. 5/5

  • Commented on August 26, 2017 at 7:32 am

    This one could actually be adapted into a good horror flick

  • Commented on August 26, 2017 at 2:34 pm

    Unique story. Very intriguing read

  • Commented on August 26, 2017 at 5:02 pm

    The ending kind of ruined it for me. The explanation was kind of silly to me.


  • MikaBuqq
    Commented on August 26, 2017 at 11:01 pm

    Awesome and horrifying….I love it <3

  • toxic ice shard
    Commented on August 29, 2017 at 4:04 pm

    love it 5/5

  • DorisDeath7
    Commented on August 30, 2017 at 1:57 pm

    Not a bad concept, but a little extra explanation on Tyler’s impossible limping and twitching with his head collapsed due to a neck break might have helped a little. But that’s me! Not bad over all!!

  • Commented on August 31, 2017 at 12:48 am

    The “we” wasn’t explained until the middle which kinda bugged me. Other than that, awesome!

  • Commented on September 5, 2017 at 3:56 pm

    Good, tasty pasta. Now I hate bugs.

  • Commented on September 6, 2017 at 4:49 pm

    You just submitted this again…. I don’t support that and didn’t think it was that great. Eh, since my vote doesn’t matter i’ll give ya the whole bean, a 5 instead of a debuff of 1 star.

  • Commented on September 6, 2017 at 10:28 pm

    Good story. 7/10. The ending was confusing and made me have to think. Bad idea.

  • Commented on September 8, 2017 at 4:34 pm


  • Commented on September 11, 2017 at 3:35 am

    Great story, and amazing concept. 4/10

  • Commented on September 12, 2017 at 3:17 pm

    The eye socket part reminded me of Candyman. Good story, too, by the way.

  • Commented on September 13, 2017 at 12:48 pm

    Great story) i like it really much)

  • Commented on September 15, 2017 at 11:32 am

    Gross but I love it

  • Commented on September 16, 2017 at 12:02 am

    I can’t stop cringing, its so creepy. Poor Tyler…

  • Commented on September 16, 2017 at 4:21 am

    Enjoyable story. Very imaginative. I’ve always had a fear of insects and bees especially.

  • GSV
    Commented on September 17, 2017 at 6:13 am

    What I like to see in stories is new and unique ideas. I’ve never seen bees used in any other story, and this was a pretty good one. 5/5

  • Commented on September 19, 2017 at 4:15 am

    The ending really killed ruined the story for me, why was he still moving if his body was filled with beeswax and dead bees?

  • Commented on September 21, 2017 at 4:53 pm

    This was a very good story the ending confused me because that ending ill give it a 9/10

  • Asti
    Commented on September 22, 2017 at 5:05 am

    Nice story 4/5

  • Commented on September 22, 2017 at 6:14 am

    I liked the idea of the carnivourus bees and the fact that he literally was eaten out kinda made me think of the vasta nerada from doctor who :3

  • Commented on September 26, 2017 at 7:09 pm

    OH GOD!!! NOT THE BEES!!!!

  • Commented on September 27, 2017 at 1:29 pm

    This is very original! I’ve never seen this concept in a Creepypasta, but I’ll agree with everyone else that the explanation was a little… Anyway, really good. 4/5

  • Commented on September 29, 2017 at 7:07 am

    i liked the story

  • Commented on October 9, 2017 at 1:02 am

    One of my new favorite pastas

  • Commented on October 10, 2017 at 9:08 pm

    Oh my lord. I loved this story and the amazing Idea! I really enjoyed it but i wouldn’t give it an 5 star, The reason why is because i didn’t really invest myself to much in the story. Though that’s my problem for doing to much at once.

    4.5/5 (i would recommend and even read again!)

  • Commented on October 25, 2017 at 12:56 pm

    love this story. It would have been better if it got to his hole family

  • Commented on October 28, 2017 at 11:59 am

    yeya that was baddend read

  • Commented on November 2, 2017 at 2:25 am

    So this is why bees are endangered these two idiot threw a rock at a bee hive Good story though. The ending was a tad bit confusing but I’ll give it a 8.5. Also how come he didn’t realize his friend wasn’t behind him until the next day like what??

  • Scar
    Commented on December 31, 2017 at 7:46 am

    Can this bee a movie? Like the pun? Anyways, it was really good and very intriguing.

  • Commented on January 26, 2018 at 11:31 pm

    That was amazing 10/10 amazing

  • Commented on May 2, 2018 at 8:02 pm

    Good story. Explanation re. microevolution was unnecessary and didn’t coherently explain anything.
    Great original concept

  • Commented on May 7, 2018 at 4:29 pm

    Great story 10/10

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