Crimson Eyes

[Skuldur]

A really short story I made for English. Hope you guys enjoy.

 

[spoiler=Crimson Eyes]

Red Eyes in the Cover of Darkness

 

„Be gone, foul creature!” Said the man in striped sweater as he swung his sword. Opposite him was a creature dressed in black all over. It shrieked as it tried to scratch him with its long nails. The man jumped back to avoid it and then leapt forward and struck it right in the chest and the creature died with a loud scream, the man turned around and swept his hair from his face.

 

Suddenly a small and chubby man dressed in a peculiar suit walked forward.

“That wasn’t good enough.”

The small man, who appeared to be the director of the play, was quite annoyed.

“Let’s just call it a day and go home, I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

 

The man in the striped sweater took his coat and walked out into the pouring rain. Unfortunately he didn’t have an umbrella and he had no money for a taxi. But he loved the rain, it was calming and the long trip home gave him time to think. He had been reading some philosophy and he believed as a philosopher once put it “If man hadn’t evolved to perceive the universe, the universe wouldn’t exist, for there would be no one to observe it.”

 

He believed that this applied to life too. That’s why he became an actor. If people could observe him, he knew that he existed, without it; he was nothing, just another speck of dirt in an endless desert.

 

He finally arrived at his house. He opened the door and took off his soaking wet coat. It was very dark in the house. He walked towards the phone and played the only message on the answering machine.

 

“Hello there! It’s the director. You’re going to be playing the part of the creature from now on. Au revoir!”

There was a loud thump; the man had fallen into the sofa. He stared at the ceiling into the darkness for a while.

He shook his head, stood up and went into the shower.

 

“The creature?”

 

“If I’m in that terrible black cloak, no one will be able to see me.”

He put his hand over his face, trying to control his anger. But it was to no avail.

“I DON’T WANT TO BE A SPECK OF DIRT!”

 

He tore down the shower curtains and stepped out. He stood in front of the mirror, his head facing downwards with his eyes closed.

 

“You don’t have to be a speck of dirt…”

He opened his eyes in shock.

“Who’s there?” He asked, but got no reply.

“I must be getting tired.” He told himself. He looked up to look at himself, but in the corner of the room, surrounded in darkness, he saw eyes! Eyes red as blood filled with malicious intent.

He turned around, but saw nothing. He took it as another sign of him being tired and went to bed. He was just about to fall asleep when he heard it again.

 

“I can help you…”

He pulled his pillow over his head.

“I can help you get the part back…” Said the voice again closer to him than before. He was terrified.

“There’s nothing there. It’s just my imagination.” He felt as if he was being watched. Then he heard it again closer than ever. He felt long, bony fingers touching his toes through the covers.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH” He jelled and threw his pillow at the darkness, but there was nothing there.

After calming down he went to sleep. The next morning he woke up to his alarm clock. He was ready to take on the day. He arrived at work punctually and went straight to his dressing room, he didn’t make a sound. The first thing he noticed was that his costume had been replaced with that of the creature. He pulled it from its box and viewed it carefully. When he looked at the face, he froze. Those eyes, those horrible eyes, they were the eyes of the creature from last night. He dropped the costume, but the head was face-up, the eyes continued to stare at him.

 

He ran out, hysterically running through the streets. How could those be the same eyes? He ran across the street, not looking out for cars. He ran through the park stepping on a pigeon. He was on the brink of insanity.

He arrived at his house, kicked open the door and crawled into the corner of the room.

“This can’t be happening!”

 

“Just allow me to assist you…” The terrifying voice said.

The man looked up, but saw nothing.

“Where are you?” He saw a shadow move on the other side of the room.

“You do not wish to see my true form…”

 

“I do. I want to see you and kill you. Then my suffering will end.”

The creature moved again but stopped in a dark corner so that the only thing that could be seen was the eyes.

“To gaze upon my true form is to go mad…”

The man started to cry. Not out of sorrow, but because he was scared.

“I’m already insane. I’m insane for feeling you, I’m insane for seeing you, and I’m insane for hearing and talking to you! I have nothing left to lose.”

 

“Then turn on the light. Reveal me and witness true horror…”

The man did as the creature told him. He walked over to the light switch not looking in the direction of the eyes. He flicked the switch and paused.

“What are you waiting for? Turn around…”

He hesitated. What if he wasn’t insane, what if the creature was some kind of demon sent to test and terrify him.

“TURN AROUND…”

 

But if it wasn’t, then he had nothing to lose. What should he do? He finally made up his mind. He turned around with his eyes closed.

“I have nothing left to lose; I am a speck of dirt. It doesn’t matter what happens to me.”

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the creature’s true form.

A scream, so loud, so petrifying, could be heard from his house at that moment, then nothing.

 

 

 

 

It probably sucks, though. D:

[Weather Report - Stand]

First off, space it out into paragraphs.

[Skuldur]

No way your ungrateful bastard. D<

 

This is what I hate about copying from Word, you have to do the spacing again.

 

Fix'd the spacing.