Trevor Whittemore
The Mattress
It was early summer and Fred had just gotten off of working construction on the street laying blacktop. Fred was a built man in his early forties and he worked long hard hours. He was dripping with sweat when he got home so he took a cold shower and then threw on some fresh boxers and a tank top. Fred then took out he trash and noticed a nice California king sized mattress just outside the dumpster.
“Wow why in the hell would anyone want to throw this away,” said Fred who’s mattress had more holes in it than a knit blanket.
He then hauled the new mattress back to his house and he trashed his old one. After that Fred took a shower he made himself a microwave meal as his wife Barbara usually does the cooking but she was on a business trip and she would not be home for at least another day. So Fred threw a frozen burrito in the microwave and after he finished it he grabbed a bottle of water and went into his bedroom took off his clothes and set his water down on his night stand and got into bed as he slept in the nude.
“Wow this is like a cloud much better than that piece of holy shit and it even smells brand new,” said Fred as he turned on his fan. He then drifted off to sleep.
At around midnight Fred awoke and he started to itch all over.
“Why am I itching so bad,” said Fred as he scratched all over his body.
“Maybe it was something in that damn burrito that I am allergic to. Who knows what the the hell they put in those things,” said Fred then got up and grabbed two Benadryl from his medicine cabinet.
He then got back into bed opened his bottle of water and took the pills. Shortly after he fell into a deep sleep. The next morning when Fred woke up he had red spots all over his body. From the top of his shaved head to the tops of his feet. And they itched something fierce.
“What the fuck is this chicken pox!” yelled Fred as he scratched himself profusely.
“I can’t stand this I need to get in to see a doctor,” said Fred as he jumped in the shower and washed himself thoroughly.
“Christ this itches!” yelled Fred.
After he finished showering, he brushed his teeth and drove himself to the local urgent care. He was seen by the Doctor shortly After signing in and filling out paperwork.
“When did you first notice this?” asked the Doctor.
“Have you ever had chicken pox before?” asked the doctor.
“Never. Is that what this is?” said Fred.
“Yes, I reckon it is so I am going to write you a prescription for Acyclovir and I want you to get some Aveeno oatmeal and soak in it. You do have a tub I presume?” said the doctor.
“Yes I do,” said Fred.
“I will write you off work for two weeks and if this doesn’t clear up by then I want you to come back in to see me," the doctor said.
“Two weeks? I can’t miss that much work,” said Fred.
“I strongly suggest you stay away from anyone as this could spread like wildfire to the populace,” said the doctor.
“Great! I will be lucky if I still have a job after this,” said Fred with a frown.
“Most importantly don’t scratch them. I know it’s hard but you could scar if you do,” said the doctor.
“Alright. Is there anything else doc?” asked Fred.
“I will also write you a prescription for Ibuprofen for the pain, so make sure to take them after you eat and they should scab over within a few weeks which is when I want you to come back in to see me got it,” said the doctor.
“Thanks doc,” said Fred and he left.
That night Fred took an aveeno bath after taking the medicines he was prescribed but he couldn’t stop itching and the spots had tripled in size and they were very painful. Fred went and grabbed a bottle of glenfiddich scotch and started to down it.
“What the hell is happening to me this fucking hurts” said Fred cringing.
He lied back down in his bed and he turned the television on and a horror movie was playing.
“I look like I belong in a fucking horror movie” said Fred as he downed nearly half the bottle of scotch. He then passed out drunk.
At 2 am Fred jumped out of his bed screaming in pain and ran over to the bathroom mirror and when he looked into it he saw silver dollar sized blisters covering his entire body he screamed out in pain as he looked at his arms and torso. The giant blisters were moving and a large black beetle chewed his way out of Fred’s arm and it bit a chunk of flesh out of his arm with its razor sharp teeth. Fred screamed and smashed his fist down hard onto the giant beetle and nearly broke his hand as its carapace was harder than stone.
”Ahhh!” screamed Fred then more of the large black bed bugs started to chew there way out of him.
“HELP ME!” screamed Fred and one by one the large black beetles burst out of him.
He fell to the floor squirming in pain as the large flesh eating bed bugs devoured him. They ate his eyeballs from their sockets and his ears and nose they ate his genitals and before the sun rose Fred was nothing more than a skeleton lying in his own blood on the bathroom floor. The large beetles then flew out through the glass window in Fred's room shattering it to bits. The next day Fred’s wife Barbara returned and when she entered her bedroom she screamed out at the top of her lungs when she saw the skeleton of her dead husband covered in blood. Barbara couldn’t figure out how her husband died or who did it or even if it was him. It was so bizarre. She spent the next couple of nights in a hotel as the police investigated Fred’s bizarre murder. After the funeral Barbara decided it was time to go back to the house where her husband was killed. That night she climbed into bed and immediately noticed how soft the mattress was.
“Oh Fred you got us a new mattress how sweet of you” said Barbara as she started to cry. Eventually she took a Valium and cried herself to sleep mourning over Fred.
The next morning she woke up covered in tiny red spots itching all over.
END
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