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You Shouldn’t Have Opened Your Eyes
It was in the dead of night as my computer shut down. I was in the middle of researching a important topic for my upcoming novel since the deadline slowly crept closer. Not that I was the person who always does things when the time is pressing but this time… I simply lacked inspiration. Maybe that was what someone would call a writers blockade. Until now I never had to deal with something like that, feeling that helpless and insecure about something I should knew better. Normally.
This time it seemed to have hit me like a bullet train – all inclusive. Slowly I reached for my head, massaging my temples slowly. I felt a headache coming up, building slowly. By now I was getting sensitive for things like that. Maybe a cup of coffee, the third in a row, would fix…
I reached for my cup, realizing it was already empty – again. A sigh left my lips before I started looking around. Should I really get another cup? My laptop was already shut down and all my thoughts went into nothingness. There was nothing to gain within this state of mind. It was probably the best if I just got to sleep but I just didn’t felt tired at all.
My eyes stopped at the sight of the door leading to my small balcony. Some fresh air could maybe do the trick. Maybe it would even wash away all those empty thoughts about the storyline I certainly wasn’t going to write if I just dumped all the ideas I had short after finishing to think about them. A quick look to my computer, the uneasiness going along with it almost led me to stand up instantly. For a moment I couldn’t even stand the look of that small device. I felt like it was mocking me. Soundless. Voiceless. Just with its bare existence.
A quick smoke…
That thought almost rushed my brain. Many memories faded over a cigarette within the past years. At least it was worth a try. Almost automatically my hand reached out to the small package of cigarettes, taking one of them out and making my way to the balcony.
Somehow the night seemed gloomy. The air felt way too cold for summer and the smell was weird too, almost as if it had rained within the past hours but I knew it didn’t. I would’ve seen the rain from my window right behind my work desk if it really had rained.
With my cigarette pressed between my lips I searched for the lighter, sat down for a moment on the small chair placed on my balcony. My back hurt. I didn’t even realize it till now but in that moment it felt like my senses came back to me. Maybe I really was to catch up with my work, a break was probably my best bet but my mind still couldn’t rest. I couldn’t even get away from the thoughts. Another sigh left my lips. It almost felt like a relief to finally get a grip on my lighter, lighting my cigarette instantly. For a second I was blinded by the bright light. I just had to shut my eyes.
It was this moment I noticed all the sounds were gone. The traffic was never that silent, not even in the middle of the night. There was a highway nearby that never slept. Probably that was the reason it felt so weird while the thought crept into my mind that it felt right to keep my eyes shut. I wanted to know why all the sounds were gone and it felt almost right to investigate with closed eyes. My mind was playing tricks on me for sure but a part of me just wanted to know even if I couldn’t even get myself to open my eyes.
The silence felt colder by minute while the cigarette between my fingers slowly burnt down, without a single purpose, without…
A sudden sound let chills ran down my spine. Out of shock I almost opened my eyes but somehow my body refused as it grew colder. I was almost shaking, still couldn’t make out what that sound even was. Somehow it sounded like something heavy was dragged over metal but that didn’t make sense. There was no metal grind around, only roads, sidewalks and balconies There wasn’t even a construction site nearby.
I swallowed almost painfully, wanted to move but suddenly felt something heavy on my shoulders, weighting me down. Sudden panic spread through my body as I felt the weight move up my shoulders, along my neck, over the sides of my head until the burning cold reached my eyes. It almost felt like fingers, long, cold fingers. I held my breath. Something was still moving.
“Don’t open your eyes.”
A disembodied voice whispered right into my ear. It sounded so far gone while I could swear I felt breath at my ear. That voice alone was enough to let me freeze. I never thought my body could react like that, not after I wrote so many horror novels but the moment something like that happens…
My mind was blank for the first time within the last ten hours. It was finally empty, the same second the weight lifted and I almost felt some kind of relief. Taking the first breath after holding it for so long felt like I was being reborn. In a reflex my eyes opened almost by themselves and the cigarette fell from between my fingers. Again my body was frozen. I couldn’t even understand what I was looking at.
Something was standing at the end of my balcony. It was the most crooked creature I could even imagine. It was slender, huge and had long arms. All the Skin was black, almost looked burned and the head… The head of that thing just hung from a broken neck while it smiled. It smiled at me from empty holes that weren’t even recognizable as eye sockets anymore. My mind must have made that up. Many horror authors suffered from hallucinations, right? I blinked. But as I opened my eyes again the crooked face, the tilted, loose head of that thing was right in front of mine, still smiling as if that impression was the only thing it could do. And than I heard the voice again, the same disembodied voice… Without even moving its lips, just smiling.
“You shouldn’t have opened your eyes.”
Paranormal Voodoo Doll
I was waiting for another… just wanting to get the smooth feeling of blood on another’s body transfer to my own. I decided to wait in a small corner shop on a shelf, follow the first one that saw me, drive them insane, make their friends think that they’ve gone crazy, watch them “commit suicide” from loss of friends due to their craziness.
No one noticed me for almost half an hour… then she came along.
Female, light brown hair, bright blue eyes, very pale skin, burgundy school uniform top, black school uniform shoes, trousers, cardigan and school bag. She looked about 13-years-old… I don’t know what it was about this girl… I felt that she had felt pain before, nothing violent, sadly, but pain that was there from years before, an emotional pain. I couldn’t describe what the source of the pain was, but the feeling of her emotional pain was different. It felt good, but not as satisfying as violent pain, obviously.
She seemed interested in me. I decided that she could be useful… well, I decided that after she picked me up off of the shelf and tried to purchase me. God, that was embarrassing.
Anyway, as we walked out of the shop, I heard someone calling. Not someone I know of, mainly because I have no friends. Someone called again. Once again, someone I don’t know. The girl that picked me up was calling to her friends across the road. Her friends were calling back. They had a very short conversation. From that very short conversation, I learnt the girl’s name: Rachel.
Rachel finally got to a small field. A few swings, a slide or two. It was a place where little kids could run around and burn off some energy.
I used telepathy to try and force Rachel to not return home from school. If I were to get her to go somewhere, I would be able to use telepathy again to convince her to do the killing for me.
She didn’t listen.
Three people approached me and Rachel, but mainly Rachel because I was immobile at that point. Two boys and a girl, about 15-years-old. I won’t go into detail of what they looked like, they looked pretty much just like your average 15-year-old chaps.
After a very quick conversation, Rachel was punched in the face. I could feel her pain. That feeling of violence was so satisfying, yet I somewhat felt like Rachel needed revenge and that I… I needed revenge.
Using telepathy again, I wanted Rachel to “return the favour”.
This time, she listened, but, sadly, she ignored what I said, picked herself up and walked off towards home.
After entering Rachel’s house, along with the girl, I realized that she would be of no use to me.
That was until I got into her room.
The frustrated girl was so angry that she threw me to the floor along with her bag and collapsed on her bed.
I could feel how much pain she was in. She wasn’t expressing it through speech, actions or thoughts, but more through her drawings. I was dropped by the side of her bed, so I could only just see her drawing. I didn’t want to move or otherwise she might have freaked out and screamed or something like that.
I gave in. I wanted to see how artistic this girl was when it came to venting her feelings out through drawings. I climbed up on to her bed but she didn’t notice me. She seemed to be lost in what she was drawing. The drawing was very cartoony, but as it was cartoony, it was also horrifying… well, at least to other humans who didn’t feel this way at this point in time. After watching the girl draw for what seemed like forever, she looked at me, as if to say: “You can walk?”. I could tell by the expression on her face that she wasn’t scared or even shocked, she just looked curious. I collapsed on her bed, hoping that she would just think it was her imagination. At that point for some reason, I couldn’t feel what she was feeling. I had passed out.
As soon as I came to, the next day had come. I don’t keep track of what day it is, but before Rachel woke up, I checked her iPod Touch. It was Tuesday.
A voice called to Rachel from downstairs. I collapsed again, not wanting to freak anyone out.
I passed out once again. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I seemed to be losing my power. The feeling of blood on another’s body slowly flow into mine was, and still is, the only thing that keeps me living. I knew I had to do something. The only choice was to kill the girl… but she was special, I didn’t want to kill her.
When I came to for the second time in a row, I was in the field, but just on the edge of it, laid down on a bench. Rachel was drawing again. This time I could feel her anger flow through me. It was so powerful it felt like getting hit by lightning, or what I imagined being hit by lightning felt like.
I stood up once again to watch her draw. I only got a glimpse of it before I heard voices close by. They sounded like the ones from yesterday: the two 15-year-old boys and girl. Once again, I collapsed.
After passing out for the third time, I awoke. I felt anger inside Rachel as the three of them laughed at her drawings. Rachel was offended, so was I. I helped Rachel out by giving her the power to set whatever the time was in the surrounding area to another time of the day. I mostly used the power to turn it to night, so I called the power “Night Phase”. I also gave Rachel the power to change her appearance. I wouldn’t ask how if I were you, but let’s just say that I found myself severely weak after that.
It was almost instantaneous when I gave her the power to change her appearance that her eyes started to burn, literally burn. Strangely… she started to levitate afterwards. I don’t remember giving her that power but when I gave her one of the powers, I must have accidentally given her another without knowing.
The only things I heard after that were “Forge a knife.” and “Forge a second”, everything else was, I guess, muted. I only heard Rachel’s voice. I can only kill when Rachel allows me to… I’m under her majesty’s command… the Voodoo Queen’s command.
By Your Side
Do you ever get that…”feeling?” It’s an odd kind of feeling. You think that someone may be there, just at the corner of your eye, you think something….or someone may be in the same room with you, or watching you from the end of the hall. You look around and just miss it, but you see that one foreign shade of black just at the edge of your line of vision. You feel a brief shock, but you later dismiss it as a piece of your hair, or maybe a bug, or your pet. You continue on with your solitary life at home, keeping with the usual schedule. You keep things going as per the norm of your average and mundane day. Yet…there are those times you catch yourself out of line. You catch yourself doing something unusual, something that doesn’t seem to be anything “you” would do normally.
When does this happen? This happens when you feel that “feeling.” When you catch that “thing” at the edge of your eye. Nothing seems to go out of place though, the world still moves in its clockwork fashion. Nobody has seen or noticed you, or the thing that has been trailing you. You keep moving, dismissing the follower with the usual excuses. You do your work, but it happens again, you’re sure you can see it again at the exact moment you slightly turn your head to the right. Your heart jumps just a bit, and you start to get a bit afraid. You carry on and keep with the pace.
You return home, empty as usual, save for the cat laying on the couch. You unload your satchel and go to your room. You proceed to go onto the internet and indulge yourself with the popular culture going through the web. You just finish up a Skype call with whoever, and you turn around before you get up. There it is again, only this time, the figure looked more human. You swear that someone was following you! You jerk your head away, and then slowly turned it around again, just to see that the figure wasn’t there anymore. You silently gulp down held back saliva as you get up, hesitant, but something nags at your mind to investigate. You aimlessly wander yourself into the living room, only to notice how silent it is. Moving about slowly, petting the cat, and looking out windows, searching the rooms and closets, only to find everything there as it was and always is.
You brush off your moment of paranoia as you decide to head back to your room to resume your late night web browsing. You wish to continue, but then a shiver goes up your spine, and you truly feel frightened as a voice, some voice that isn’t your own orders upon you. “Go to bed.” It says in a hushed voice. You are too afraid to deny the voice its orders, so you set the computer off and change for bed. Prior to getting into bed, you signal the cat to come in and make sure that the door gets thoroughly shut. “Lock it.” You heed the voice and lock the door. “Now, get to sleep.” You calm down and shut your eyes, drifting off into the world of sleep.
The next day begins, and the world is still as rainy and cloudy as you remember it. This is normal for late winter/early spring time. You get dressed and prepare for work. “It’s the weekend you dumbass!” The voice in your head snaps at you viciously. Starting to doubt the voice, you make way to the desk calendar with daily word puzzles, and…it was right. You turn around and see that “thing” again. Your fear starts to turn into frustration, confused frustration. It wasn’t as if it was a supposing of a trespasser, but more like an annoying mosquito that won’t leave you alone. You don’t put much of the figure into thought anymore. If your vision was going to be such a damn coward, let it be that way.
You decide that the weekend would be as dull as the week, but it tells you it won’t. You would start a schedule for the day, it objects. “It’s the weekend, treat yourself.” You put on your coat and head to the coffee shop at the corner of the street. It starts to control your voice now, it orders your coffee, even though it wasn’t the one you wanted. It still tastes good to you, so you let it pass. Later on, your movements are subjected to it as it guides you to the local shops in your city. It makes your calls, arranges your visits, chooses your music to listen to, it does everything you wouldn’t normally do. You notice this soon enough, and your stomach warms with the yearning for nostalgia, and you order it to leave you alone. Before you can demand it, the figure appears again to your blindside, and you stop yourself. You let it continue on with you.
The day ends as you return home. You feed the cat, watch television, and go online. You come across pornography. “Turn that filth away!” You read the latest updates of your favorite webcomic. “Why do you like this so much?” You take a shower. “You’ll never get that filth off!!!” You get absolutely frustrated now, as you punch the wall. You leave a small crack in the shower wall, and you can’t believe you would do that. You watch your wet and dripping hand fixed on the indent of the wall…and it starts talking again. “This is why you need me. You desire control.” You begin to feel exhausted and fatigued by the steam of the shower, and you lazily get out of the shower, but the “thing” stands at the corner of the shower curtain. You shut it quickly, and yell “Would you just GO AWAY!?” You wait for a moment, and then get out, this time checking all the corners slowly. You dry off, change, bring the cat in, and go to bed.
The next day starts. You go to the coffee shop, return home, and eat your breakfast. “You’re masking yourself behind these indulgences, but you will soon find how much of an impact it leaves. You think your solitary life keeps you happy, but it will never be! You think you are the center of the goddamn universe, but you’re merely a worthless speck of dust!” You clamp your hands at your head as it begins to ache. You rush to the medicine cabinet and take out the aspirin. “DON’T YOU DARE!” You, or rather it, whacks the pill bottle off the counter. You start to grunt and shout, you feel like your body is being crushed by a large rock, and you begin to feel dizzy. Kneeling at the floor, you look up. The “thing” stands before you. You quiver and sob at its feet, and you feel a shock of power rise to your chest. You feel as if you’re going to vomit, there is an intense stinging at your tongue, your legs feel like liquid, everything is going so fast.
Suddenly…everything stops. You find yourself at the end of a street. You are in a pair of gym shorts, and a grey t-shirt soaked in sweat. Did…you just go out on a run? You consult to the voice in your head…no answer. You stand there, bewildered. Finally, you return home and shower. No voice. You open the curtain. No “thing” in sight. You go watch TV. No voice. No “thing.” You go online. No voice. No “thing.” You go to bed. Nothing. You feel like you have achieved something special, like you have been rewarded. You shut your eyes. And you start dreaming soon after. In your dream, the figure appears, just a shadowed human figure. “Hello.” It speaks in the voice you have been burned with throughout the week. You start to shake and back up. “Don’t be afraid of me. Heh, you should be thanking me if anything.” You stare at the figure, it’s dark and red eyes starting to come into view. You choke out your questions.
“Th-thanking you!? You’ve been giving me pain and misery for the whole week! Why the hell do I deserve to thank you!?” You yell in a nervous, shaken voice. It stares at you, and kneels down to your crouched level. “I have helped you to move on for your own greater good. I represent your inner struggle. I am the mask that has covered your inner most misery from your monotonous lifestyle. I pushed you to the point of breaking your comfort zone.” It grows a loving, almost maternal smile. “You are in a position where you aren’t happy with what you do. You need to find out what you can do to make life enjoyable.” You sit and ponder for a second. “It was going to be this Wednesday wasn’t it.” It asks, concerned. You stare at it, confused, but nodding. It wraps its long, thin, black arms around you. “Nobody should ever resort to that.” It whispers. “Do what you enjoy, put that into effect, and make it a living. Do you understand?” You nod, and it nods with you. The figure reaches its right hand to its face, and…takes it off. It removes its face, as if it were a mask. You get to see its newly uncovered face to see…to see…you.
You wake up, and the morning is just behind the horizon. You sit and look around at your dark room, barely lit by the morning blue of the sky. You wipe the sweat from your forehead, and you see the cat curled up at the foot of your bed. You feel comfort, freedom, and satisfaction. You lay back into bed and shut your eyes. You crack a small smile and hunker down into the plushy lull of the sheets and pillows.
“And remember, I will always be by your side.”
That’s all for tonight, I’ll see you in your nightmares!
EXIT
