Bee Sting - Christian Teske

One day while I was in line for lunch and asked my friend to hand me the honey. As he did so, he told me a story of his cousin and how he was attacked by a swarm of bees one afternoon. His cousin, Lance, was at home mowing the lawn and saw a dark cloud approaching his house. He stopped and observed the cloud but thought it was a rain crowd so he continued to do his work. A couple of minutes later he noticed a loud sound like a bunch of motorcycles racing down his street. All of a sudden, Lance was covered by millions of bees stinging him repeatedly, fighting for his life in the middle of dark obscure mob of bees. Lance could not help but to drop to the ground and protect himself. The sight was awful as if someone was digging in him with needles all over his body. Seconds later the gang of bees were gone and Lance was free, but he was minutes away from death. He laid there struggling for his life, until his mom came out and rescued him. They hurried to the nearest hospital, and on the way they saw in the rear view mirror the dark cloud was making its way somewhere else. They finally arrived, where the doctors were able to take him and save his life. Lance stayed over night to recover, but when he was released he never continued to be the same person. He became quiet and afraid going into dark places, and was known of his strange scent of honey.

No one has seen the mob of bees since then and no one has a clue of how they appeared in the first place. The thought of a horrible curse could have been placed on the small town of Oak City, Oklahoma which may have been an option. It was a peaceful town and no one would believe that it was a curse. The town has not seen any violence since the repair man crashed his car into a gas station one night driving home drunk from the bar, a month ago. Another incident were a truck transporting bees from another state had crashed and turned over on its side, letting the bees free was an alternative way of them attacking Lance. That incident has happened in California before were a truck flipped over on its side and let loose millions of bees. The cops and bee farmers were called on the scene to help control the situation, but they all were incapable of maintaining the bees’ behavior. Someone finally brought a chemical gas to spray so that the bees would be paralyzed. In spite of everything, that still would not have been the case, because there was not a report that day of a truck crashing on the highway.

My friend’s family moved weeks after the unpleasant incident, because of the thought that more events would occur on the town. They now live in Nebraska growing corn and have not run into any weird events since the first one. Lance still does not like to talk about what happened and keeps to himself more. He can not leave his house without someone making a commit about the smell of honey lingering around. Since the move the family has heard of earlier stories of bee attacks associated with small towns.