If you are squeamish or simply afraid of insects you might wanna skip this post...
I was riding my bike to the University today to have lunch, when I felt something fly in my ear a couple hundred meters before I arrived. I cursed and tried to get it out, but nothing. Just when I stopped I felt and heard something moving in my ear. Like tiny feet scratching over my eardrum. I felt panic rising inside me and dug my finger deeper in my ear. It stopped, but started again a couple seconds later. I locked my bike (interesting priorities I have, I know) and not-quite-ran to the second nearest restroom (not the nearest, because I knew that much less people visited the second nearest. Again with the priorities...).
On the way there I felt/heard it again, it only stopped when I dug in my ear again with my finger, but when I stopped I felt it again. The movement in my ear continued, alway moving for a couple second and then stopping, but not for long. Then at the end of one movement a sharp pain in my ear. Now I was really starting to panic. I tried scratching in my ear with a rolled up piece of toilet paper. When I got it out of my ear again there was blood on the tip of it. Not much of it, but still, blood in your ear is nothing to make you feel calmer.
The next 15 minutes are about the worst that I remember in my life. Running between washbowls and the stalls, sticking toilet paper in my ear, always feeling/hearing the movement, waiting for the pain which was almost (but not quite) as bad as the pain itself. Rummaging in my bag for a pencil which I could stick in my ear (luckily I didn't bring any) and thinking about going to the ER, thinking about calling someone (but who, and what to tell him?) until FINALLY I got the idea of putting my head in the washbasin and letting water run into my ear for about a minute. Then carefully listening. Nothing. I put my head under the water again, just to be sure. Listening again. Nothing. The movement was gone. Whatever had scraped and scurried in my ear had drowned.
I slumped down outside the restrooms, sweaty all over, but glad. Oh so glad that the movement had stopped.
Then I went to lunch.
Soooo, this is what I would write about if I were writing a horror story for Pseudopod. This feeling of SOMETHING IS INSIDE ME is just so hideous, so fear-inducing that it was something that made me shiver even before I experienced it firsthand. Feeling it for yourself is really REALLY worse than you thought it would be.
Anyways, what is your Pseudopod moment, the moment that you felt the horror? What real life event (or feeling) you had could inspire a Pseudopod episode?
