occurence3

Occurrence 3

It has been a few weeks since my terrible experience with the ocean of maggots. The terror has worn off and curiosity has overtaken me. What were those numbers the maggots were screaming? They were numbers I was not familiar with, and I am the greatest mathematician of all time. I will do a little meditation to clear my mind and then write some abnormal numbers again. I need to know what those maggots were screaming about.


I wrote 636,636,363 and -11.11^11 on Dark Stalk Paper™, my throat immediately felt funny and itchy. I kept scratching and scratching; however, the itch would not go away. I went to the mirror to look at my throat. It had a lilac tint, like a weird bruise was starting to form. Strange frequencies and vibrations were softly coming from my throat. “What in the great universe is happening to me?” I thought.

I rubbed some anti-inflammatory solution on my throat and followed up with a little numbing cream. The vibrations felt slightly uncomfortable but not painful.


One hour went by, the frequencies and vibrations were growing louder and they started to feel painful. I checked my throat in the mirror and the lilac bruise turned a dark maroon color. I went to my safe, grabbed my Clvasl Salve, and rubbed a large glob of it on my throat. This salve is extremely expensive. It cost me a year and a half’s worth of salary to obtain this, but it can heal wounds and repair flesh within fifteen minutes.


Thirty minutes had passed, the frequencies and vibrations were unbearable; like nails on a chalkboard or the sensation of flesh being boiled by a flame. My throat had turned black and the layers of skin were peeling back; like it had been charred. I was not able to think clearly; I just wanted this to stop.

I decided to wash my throat with ninety-nine percent ortho-diethynylbenzene dianion. The flesh around my throat fell away to reveal a Dark Stalk Paper™ lodged in my esophagus. It fell out and I blacked out from the pain. But, as my consciousness faded, I swore I could hear the faint screams of numbers coming from somewhere.