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T I C K T O C K Y O U R B L O O D S T O P S
Tom liked his own company. Since retiring he spent most of his days wandering the Lakeland fells trying to keep away from the madding crowds. His bright blue eyes had seen just about every nook and cranny of this beautiful region. He’d often find a grassy ledge on a crag, hidden from prying eyes, and bask in the sunshine; drifting off into his thoughts. Sometimes falling asleep.
One gloriously sunny afternoon in late August he had done just that. He’d eaten his pork pie and quaffed a couple of cups of tea from his flask. Satiated he sat with his back to the rock and listened to the soothing sound of the breeze rushing through the bracken and heather that surrounded him. His eyelids grew heavy and soon the sounds faded as he drifted into a deep slumber.
He dreamed of his wife which he had done many times since she’d passed two years earlier. They were always happy dreams. But something was different this time. He felt an overwhelming sense of weakness; drained. As he looked at his wife’s smiling face hundreds of tiny holes opened in her skin and in each of those tiny holes were hundreds of pointy teeth. His skin burned. It was as though he was being stabbed by thousands of hot needles all over his body. What a terrible nightmare! His subconscious mind began to lift him from this disturbing dream and he soon awoke.
He opened his eyes. But only a little bit as something was preventing him from opening them fully. Through this narrow gap he looked down at his bare legs and let out a blood chilling cry. But it came out muffled as his mouth was obstructed by the same thing - or things. He tried to move but simply had no energy and slumped to the ground. He lay there staring at the sky; covered head to toe with thousands of big fat juicy ticks that had left almost no blood in his now shrivelled prune-like body. The last thing his blue eyes saw was the crow that landed on his forehead just before pecking them out.
Nobody saw Ticky Tom again but it’s said he’d managed to drag himself to a nearby cave where he sometimes grabs unsuspecting walkers into the darkness to drain them of their blood.