Day 128

There is a tree near your childhood home.
You may have noticed it, you may even have played in its boughs.
Did you notice the hands?
Did you notice their wooden texture, gripping the trunk of the tree hard enough
to crack it in some places.

Will you look now?
Look at every tree nearby, see the hands.
Don't tell anyone about the hands.
Word of mouth is a death sentence, this is as close a warning as you'll get.

They've begun to move.
Slowly.
Down the tree trunks, over the roots, to whoever comes closest.

Don't let them touch you, whatever you do.
It spreads, you see, skin to skin contact.
Takes ages but it rots you inside out.
Leaves you like them.
Just loose limbs looking for others.

Worse still it can leave you alive.
Eat you real slow until all that's left of you are thoughts trapped inside it.
Just about able to see what it sees and feel what it feels.
Feel it eating others and feel their thoughts join you.

It's so crowded, so many others crushed against you.
Their selves are constantly pressing against yours, merging and splitting.
Losing your mind is all to easy and all too welcome.