Sometimes, when it was really quiet, she could hear a soft buzzing in her head.
It wasn’t always in the same spot; usually at the base of her skull, sometimes closer to the front, near her nose.
“Sinus pressure.” She dismissed her worries. “It is allergy season, after all.”
But the humming was getting louder. She could feel a vibration in her skull. She was beginning to get worried, jumpy. When her hair touched her face or her neck, it felt like the many legs of an insect, insidiously creeping over her skin.
The twitchy feelings were maddening, and the thrumming was getting stronger, more insistent.
She decided to get a haircut. A short one. She walked into the first place she saw, an old-fashioned barber shop with a striped pole in front.
“We don’t do women’s cuts.” The barber informed her.
“Buzz it.” She demanded.
The sound of the shaver was a roaring hum, the vibration over her scalp felt glorious. It drowned out the sizzling drone inside her head.
As he unclipped her smock, the humming returned.
The barber handed her a mirror, and asked, “That is quite the scar you’ve got there. Where’d you come by that?”
“On my head? I don’t have any scars on my head.”
“Sure enough you do, right above your neck.” He spun her chair so she could see for herself. He pointed, “Just there.”
An angry, purple-red mark was etched into her skin. “I don’t know where it came from…” She murmured. She reached to touch it, and it pulsed against her fingers. She felt it hum and throb.
The buzzing in her head resumed at full force, even louder than before. And now it hurt.
“Are you alright?” Asked the barber, folding the smock. “I would get that checked out.”
“I-I’m fine. Just a headache. I must have whacked my head on something… thanks.”
The pain was getting worse, she could feel it creeping behind her eyes. She hurried home, trying to ignore the thrum of activity in her head. It was in her neck, too. She could feel the vibrations shudder through her shoulders.
Her fingertips felt numb, as if she had been shocked. She collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily. Her skin was crawling, the buzzing had become a roar.
I should go to the hospital. She thought before losing consciousness.
When she woke up, it was dark. It was silent. She sat up slowly, and gingerly touched the back of her neck; the wound was still there. It hadn’t been a dream.
She stood up and stepped on something with a sickening crunch. She choked back a scream and stood still. The buzzing started again, but this time it was not in her head. It was in the room. A hissing, throbbing hum that made her hair stand on end. There was no mistaking it.
The buzzing in her head was the same noise that filled the room.
She carefully reached out and turned on the light.