I had just come back home from a movie with my girlfriend. The flick was a modern type of horror film that didn't really have a story or plot, it was nothing more than a gruesome movie about creepy crawlers such as maggots, leeches and killer ants that attacked people by burrowing under their skin and eating them from the inside out. My girlfriend loved the movie but for me it was lame, it seemed like a never ending sequence of special effects that was made to rattle your brain and jolt your nerves. I was convinced that the makers of these movies had done all types of experiments on people to see what unnerved a person the most. I also found the sound in the movie and the use of rapid cutting techniques in the editing process very unsettling and many times throughout the movie I felt nauseous. If this was what the film makers had wanted to achieve, they certainly deserved a round of applause.
During the movie I kept hearing rustling noises in my left ear and I didn't know why. The only thing that I could think of that could have hurt my ear was I was sitting right next to the theater wall and my ear was only a couple of feet away from the speaker. I was a little worried that I might have damaged an ear drum. I asked my girlfriend about her ears and she said they were fine. That night I couldn't sleep as all I could hear was a tapping noise in my head, like the sound of little footsteps. I got up out of bed and cleaned my ear. It seemed better for a little bit but then as soon as I laid down the little footsteps in my ear continued. I shook out my ears and eventually I was able to get to sleep.
About an hour into my sleep I became entrenched in an awful nightmare where I was being attacked by red ants and massive maggots that were eating me alive. I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat. For the next week I could not get to sleep and had regretted going to the horror movie as it had greatly disturbed me to the degree that it was dramatically altering my life. Day and night all I did was think about the horror film and all I could hear was the constant sound of footsteps in my ear. Another week went by and the lack of sleep had run me ragged.
I finally went to see a psychotherapist and we talked about my dreams and the thoughts in my head. The therapist said the little footsteps in my ears were all in my imagination and that it would take time to get over the trauma that the movie had caused me. After seeing the psychotherapist I went to a doctor to have my ear checked out and the doctor conducted several thorough ear tests and told me that there was nothing wrong with my ear and the little footsteps I was hearing were figments in my head, just like the therapist had said. The sounds of little footsteps in my head gradually went away over the next few days.
But the doctor was right about the little footsteps being only in my head, as a week layer a delayed test result revealed I was going to die within a month from a maggot that had crawled in through my ear and burrowed into my brain.