It started just outside the village, in a small meadow near the edge of the woods.
Smoke was rising, a slow drum beating behind a cacophony of buzzing.
Two figures arose from the smoke, clad in white, their faces a swirl of yellow straw.
The beat grew faster, as the smoke grew thicker. The figures moving forward to the beat.
The drum stuttered and abruptly stopped, as a third figure stumbled from the smoke.
It clawed at its face, pulling and screaming.
With one final grasp its face fell to the floor.
“Bastard thing stung me! I thought you said this mask would stop that, you twat.”
The other figures just laughed.
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The Buzzing Soundtrack