Hello, welcome to the part of my site where I will post my incoherent and incomprehensible thoughts.
I had originally planned on digging a hole in my backyard, getting down on my hands and knees, and yelling into it for an hour. But buying a shovel would have been too expensive. So I guess this will have to do instead.
The Comics posted on this site fall into the category of horror. This is a genre of literature named after that feeling of being really really scared. I can still vividly remember the first time I ever experienced that emotion. I must have been around 5 or 6 years old at the time. My family had decided to go camping somewhere out in the rugged wilderness of the west. Like every time we went camping we had gotten slightly lost and were out driving along the highway way past nightfall. That's when I suddenly had to pee really really bad. My dad pulled the car over on the side of the road and I rushed out to find some appropriate spot to relieve myself. Large trees lined the side of the road, I picked one that suited me and began wizzling near it. The wind was absolutely still that night and all that could be heard were the faint sounds of the insects and the steady stream of pee falling upon the ground. While this was going on, my dad and brother got out of the car as well. My dad with a flashlight in hand began looking around the place probably hoping that he might find a spot to set up camp for the night. I had finally finished watering the lily’s when I heard my dad and brother murmuring and saw them standing by another group of trees in the distance, while shining the flashlight at the ground near their feet.. “What are you doing!” I called out to them through the darkness. My dad answered back “There is a dead dog over here!
“Wow! A dead dog” I thought. At this point in my life I hadn’t really seen anything dead before. I had heard stories about dead things, and I understood the concept, but I had never seen it for myself. I wanted to see what a dead dog was really like in person.
I rushed over to them and peered around the figure of my father to see what exactly it was they were looking at. And what I saw there lying in that patch of grass, was immediately burned into my mind for the rest of my life.
It was there, illuminated in the darkness by the bright beam of the flashlight. A real life dog corpse, of what must have been some very large and husky breed of dog. However, it no longer resembled any dog that I possibly could have imagined.
Hundreds or maybe even thousands of squirming, wriggling maggots infested the body of the poor creature. They poured out the empty eye sockets and mouth, writhing in the filth and decay they produced. Most sickening of all, was the way the mass of pale grubs tunneled through the body of the dog, leaving behind an awful collection of misshapen holes in its decaying flesh.
It wasn’t very pretty.
I don't think I could ever hope to describe the feeling that came over me upon suddenly seeing such horror on that dark and quiet night. I would have screamed, had my whole body not been paralyzed by the shock of the experience. Decades later and I still haven’t recovered. Just thinking about it now makes me so nauseous that I could almost-
Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom and vomit violently for a while.
Thanks for reading, see you next time.