Pulse
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Milo had always had a fascination with rocks. One day while on a hike with his parents and his little sister Emmie he found a beautiful rock lying in the creek. The rock had a brilliant blue glow- so much that it was visible in the creek bed from the hiking trail. Milo, being an avid rock collector, plunged into the shallow Creek in pursuit of his precious rock.
Upon reaching the surface of the water the Rock’s brilliant glow vanished, leaving nothing but a dull, navy colored stone. Despite this, Milo pocketed the Rock and continued on his hike with the family.
After the hike, Milo and his family decided to set up camp. As Milo was helping his father start the fire Milo felt a burning sensation on his leg. It was the rock- now a molten shade of red. The Rock began to pulse like a beating heart.

thud…
thud…
thud…

The beating became stronger…

Thud…
Thud…
Thud…

And stronger…

THUD…
THUD…
THUD…

The sound was sickening. It seemed to penetrate every fiber of Milo’s being with the pulse. And then it stopped…

Milo waited, apparently the only one aware of this strange occurrence. Nothing… mustering up the courage, Milo seized the Rock, now cold and lifeless, and threw it as far as he could into the forest. And then he heard it. Very lightly at first…

thud…
thud…
thud…

The sound was everywhere-omnipresent. This couldn’t be happening. “Rocks aren’t alive,” Milo told himself. “You’re just being paranoid.” And so Milo went to his tent and drifted slowly and uncomfortably off to sleep.

thud…
thud…
thud…

It was getting closer…

thud…
thud…
thud…

Milo woke to the slow and juicy throbs of the Rock as it crept closer… closer…

Thud…
Thud…
Thud…

Ever closer…

THUD…
THUD…
THUD…

Milo tried to scream but no sound came out. There was the Rock, sitting on his sleeping bag, pulsing like a fiery ember heart. Still, it crept, closer… closer…now it was on his chest. Milo could see the throbbing slimy veins jutting out from the cold slimy skin. Then it stopped. Silence…

Then…

Milo heard a cracking coming from the rock. Milo, petrified, watched in horror as two slimy creatures with throbbing veins slid out of the Rock (or should I say egg). The one was translucent like a strand of mucus except for the horrid veins and two black beady eyes. the creature slithered off out of the tent. The other was best described as a gooey pink and gray worm with the same veins and black beady eyes as its sibling. It inched closer to Milo, trailing cold mucus on his neck. He felt the slime drip down the side of his neck, feeling unpleasantly cool against his artery. Then it crept onto his face… up the cheek… tail, and mucus trailing on Milo’s lips. Then it found its target. The last thing Milo saw was the creature as it burrowed into his eye.

As Milo slept that night he dreamt that a serial killer was on the loose and had killed his entire family by taking them to the ground through the mouth and waiting for the wild animals to feed off of their dead bodies.

Milo awoke with a start. He has almost entirely forgotten about the worms but he had a splitting headache…

thud…

thud…
thud…

as he left his tent Milo was greeted with his worst nightmare: his entire family slaughtered, with Ravens pecking at their mutilated corpses. Then he saw him: the serial killer. his eyes were black and beady. his body was slimy and his skin translucent. his veins throbbed, and Milo remembered the creature that had escaped. Then he remembered the one that burrowed into his eyes.

THUD…
THUD…
THUD…

unable to bear the pain of losing his family and the horrid pulsing of the creature in his head Milo sank to the ground in despair and ripped his own eyes out. But it was too late… the creature had burrowed into his heart and now they feed off of his pain and dread of the pulse

THUD…
Thud…
thud…

and it never ends… Milo is dead now. the creatures had finished of devouring what was left of him. now, all that is left is a cold blue stone in the middle of the forest. waiting…

thud…

thud…

thud…

can you hear it?
sweet dreams…




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