Within the campgrounds near a small town somewhere in America’s heartland, 11 year old Jimmy is hiking with his parents, Bob and Diana. Jimmy is freckle-faced, blond and wiry. His mother Diana has shoulder-length brown hair, is around 5’4″ and is somewhat overweight. His dad, Bob, wears glasses, has blonde hair and is severely overweight.
“Common Mom! Common Dad! Try to keep up!” Jimmy yelled to his parents. “Jimmy, slow down!” his Mom yelled back. “Can’t you see your poor father is about to drop from exhaustion!”
“OK, I’ll wait till you guys catch up!”
“Bless you, Son,” his Dad said, choking on his panting breath.
When Jimmy’s parents finally caught up, they walked together down the last stretch of trail before the picnic area. When they finally arrived, their eyes grew wide with terror:
“Oh my god!” screamed Diana. What they all witnessed were skeletons dripping with blood. Some were sitting, leaning over collapsed on the picnic tables. Others were on the ground as if they were trying to scratch and claw their way out of the picnic area.
Suddenly a seemingly invisible force started eating away at Bob’s flesh. “OH MY GOD! WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME!” Diana was also attacked. “AAAAAHHHHH!! JIMMY RUN! GET HELP!”
Jimmy was already running up the trail. As soon as he saw those bloody skeletons, he didn’t see any reason to stick around.
Jimmy ran to the nearest road and waved down a truck belonging to Old Man Cruthers. “What’s wrong Jimmy? You look like you seen a ghost.”
“Something bad is happenin’ to my parents! There’s skeletons in the park!-“
“Wait, now slow down, Jimmy. Are you tellin’ one of your tall fibs again?”
“No! Just take me to the Sheriff, please! My Mom and Dad need help!”
“OK then. Climb in the truck, Jimmy. I’ll take you to the Sheriff.”
Old Man Cruthers dropped Jimmy off at Sheriff Dalton’s office. “Sheriff! Sheriff! My Mom and Dad are in trouble! I saw skeletons at the park. I think they’re dying! Ya gotta help, Sheriff!”
“Land sakes, Jimmy. Calm down. I’ll send a car out there to see what’s going on.”
“I wouldn’t do that Sheriff,” said a mysterious figure standing in the doorway. “The boy’s parents are dead. Homeland Security has quarantined the park, and this town must be evacuated.”
“Who the hell are you?” the Sheriff fired with both barrels.
“I’m special agent Williams. I’m with the FBI’s X-File division.”
“My Mom and Dad are Dead?” sobbed Jimmy.
“I’m afraid so. I am so sorry for your loss.” replied Williams.
“What’s going on?” asked the Sheriff.
Williams explained: “Nearly 24 hours ago, a military cargo truck tried to avoid a drunk driver and swerved off the road, then crashed near the picnic area where the victims died. The cargo container was breached. The personnel within the truck stopped transmitting communications so we assume they are dead.”
“What was in that container? What killed all those poor people?” pleaded the Sheriff.
Williams continued: “Mutant dust mites were in that container. As you probably already know, normal dust mites are invisible to the naked eye, and eat dead human and animal flesh. Our specially bred mites eat entire human beings down to the bone. They also breed and multiply faster than normal mites. A single gallon container of these mutant mites can wipe out a whole city in a single day. That’s why this town must be evacuated.”
“Good god! Why did you make these horrible creatures?!”
“For national security. They were supposed to be used against our enemies.” explained Williams.
“That is absolutely insane as well as ironic and just plain reckless! This country has all kinds of weapons of mass destruction. Why do we need these creatures?”
“I see your point, Sheriff, but unfortunately defense contractors have a very powerful lobby. However, we need to stay focused on the urgency of the present situation. You and your men must help me evacuate this town.”
While the Sheriff and Agent Williams were having the forgoing discussion, little Jimmy made his way out of the Sheriff’s building and hitched a ride out of town to his aunt and uncle’s house. Smart boy, that Jimmy.
“OH MY GOD! I’M BEING EATEN ALIVE!” screamed the Sheriff.
“IT’S TOO LATE! I CAME TOO LATE!” cried Williams.
Happy Halloween everyone! Thanks for reading this horrible tale.