Telepathic Judas ~ roy1

The Blowflies

The maggots on the trash can are gone, they’ve must dried up or fell off the trashcan lid and died; but yesterday, when I took the trash cans down and it was raining - the maggots were very much alive and moving. I used to be extremely petrified of maggots, a fear I believe I essentially chose when I was 11 but manifested into a real genuine fear by the time I was 12 and lasted up until recently. For a side note, maggots while being gross, are not harmful - just be sure to wash your hands and not to eat them like that one guy in the Moosey Treats video lmao. When I was about 9 or 10, I ran around my grandma’s house over and over again, I forgot why but I saw this little boy wave at me. I can’t remember if we said hi, but I’m sure we did, I simply remember him from a distance waving at me and me waving back. That would become my friend Roy, Roy was a boy that was about 2 years younger than me. Me and Roy played a lot during the summer, I really liked jumping on his trampoline. My dad wouldn’t let me have a trampoline because he thought I would break my arm, so Roy’s trampoline was a nice work around. I remember Roy had a dog, I can’t remember the dog’s name but it was an old dog and periodically would just stop moving and eventually developed some sort of infection or something and where the dog would often lay in the same spots where it would use the bathroom, it attracted blowflies to that dead infected skin. I’m not sure what the appropriate or ethical thing would’ve been to do in regards to the dog - but what I know is is Roy’s family didn’t find out about the maggots living off the dog until they were combing said dog’s hair. I can’t remember if they took the dog to the vet, but I remember the dog passed away soon after. Roy, for some reason, kept two of these maggots and put them in a small vial of alcohol. He showed me this vial much later while he told me the story of his poor dog’s death, and then proceeded to pour the vial out and cut the maggots in half with a small pocket knife. I remember him saying something about avenging his dog or something. That’s where I developed my fear of maggots but now I realize it was just really sad, and I also realize it was simply a kid processing grief. Roy got older and so did I, we stopped playing together shortly after. I became more interested in 4chan and staying indoors. Roy eventually got a dirt bike from his parents, I was about 16 at this point and he was about 13 or 14. One day during the summer, Roy left his dirt bike in the driveway and his dad ran over said dirt bike with his truck. Roy was livid, and in a long night of arguing, his mom decided to leave as things were getting too heated. Roy’s mom tried to get into her car and Roy took a pickaxe to all of the SUV’s windows. I remember seeing that same pickaxe laying up against his shed a couple years prior when me and him would play. At this point my grandpa came over and held Roy back from doing anymore damage. My grandpa is convinced that if he hadn’t came over and stopped Roy, Roy may have killed his mom. The cops were called shortly after.