Music Dragon
Doosic Maggon
- Pronoun
- she
Maggots
August 20, Wednesday
It’s only been two days, but I already miss Jane. I’ve never realized how quiet this house is without her, with no one watching TV or listening to the radio or singing in the shower… The silence is overwhelming at times. On the bright side, my surge of inspiration hasn’t passed yet. I finished my painting and I’m already working on another one.
I’m throwing a party on Saturday. Should liven things up. I might as well do something fun while I have the place to myself.
August 21, Thursday
Found two maggots in the pantry this morning. I couldn’t bring myself to touch them, so I used a spatula to get rid of them. Not sure if I want to use it for cooking ever again - maggots are the most disgusting thing in the world.
Tried to call Jane today, but she didn’t pick up. I think I’m starting to feel lonely.
August 22, Friday
More maggots. I find them in the unlikeliest of places. On my desk. Under the sink. Floating dead in the toilet. I know they’re harmless, but seeing them everywhere is very unnerving, not to mention strange. I barely move about the apartment, afraid that I might step on one. Landlord says he’ll have someone over to deal with them by tomorrow, but I doubt it.
I’ve called off the party, of course. Pity, but I can’t have people around with the place in this state.
August 23, Saturday
Huge clusters of maggots everywhere. Where are these filthy creatures coming from? They’re covering the windows, the front door, even the telephone. They’re trying to keep me inside. Yes, I know how absurd that sounds. It’s impossible. It’s ridiculous. But it’s undeniable.
I’m not sure why I haven’t panicked yet. Maybe I’m in a state of shock. After I realized they’ve blocked all exits, I spent the rest of the day painting. Actually, I think I did something in-between, but I don’t quite remember. Whatever it was, it must have been tiring. I feel exhausted. My throat is sore.
August 24, Sunday
I know that I have to get out of here quickly, or things are only going to get worse. It’s so easy, really. It should be easy. I just have to open the front door and step outside. But then I’d have to touch them. I feel pathetic. Helpless.
Tried sweeping them off with a paintbrush, but it’s no use. How do they cling to vertical surfaces? Maggots can’t do that, can they?
August 25, Monday
They’ve taken every square inch of every wall in the house. Not a single ray of sunlight through the windows. I feel like I’m living inside a fleshy pod. I wonder if this is happening to the neighbors too.
For some reason, I can’t stop looking at them, even as I write this down. They’re repulsive. But the way they squirm and wriggle about in intricate patterns… It’s mesmerizing.
August 26, Tuesday
They’re on the ceiling now. Sometimes they fall down, like little drops of rain. They always land next to me. Never on me. Never touch me.
My painting is coming along. I knew something was missing, but I think I’ve solved it now. I just need to add a few fine details. Maybe a little maggot crawling out from under the rock she’s sitting on. A maggot trailing down her leg. Maggots coming out of her eye sockets. I should replace the trees in the background with enormous, erect maggots.
August 27, Wednesday
Make it stop. I don’t know who you are or why you’re doing this to me, but I’ll give you anything you want. Just make them go away. Please.
August 28, Thursday
I haven’t been able to leave my bed all day. They’ve covered the floor. Except they’re not covering it. There is no floor underneath that thick layer of maggots. There’s just a bottomless sea.
I’m sinking, slowly. I knew it would come to this sooner or later. I can sense their anticipation. They’re waiting for something. Maybe they want me to finish this entry.
Hopefully, after that single moment of sheer horror, it’ll all be over. Yes. It feels good to know that it’ll all be over.
