The Boy With No Eyes
I knew the mansion was haunted. But I went in anyway. Why do I let my curiosity get the better of me? Anyway... from the moment I went in I knew I was being watched.
I began to explore the downstairs when I felt a sudden dread. As if... someone, or something, was behind me. I spun around to look but of course, I saw nothing. I turned only to feel it again. But this time it was more terrifying. As if whatever was behind me was malicious and wanted to do me harm.
Instead of spinning around to find it I ran. And I could feel it chasing me. I didn't want to look back. I knew it was there but I didn't want to see it, knowing it would haunt me for the rest of my life. That is... if I got out of there alive.
I tried the back door first. Jammed. I tried a window. Jammed. I didn't have time to find something to smash it. That thing was still after me. So I ran up the stairs.
"Come to my room!" the voice of a child cried.
As if I knew what he was talking about, I ran into the last bedroom at the end of a hall and slammed the door shut, locking it.
The room was huge. And definitely a child's room. I only knew this because the bed with a sheet draped over it was tiny. Small enough for a child of six or seven. The rest of the room seemed empty.
"There's a hidden room at the back," I heard the child's voice echo. "You'll be safe in there."
As if drawn by an unseen force I turned to the back wall and marched straight to it. I found a small handle hidden behind a drape hanging from the ceiling and I pulled on it. A tiny door half my size opened up and I immediately crawled through, shutting the hidden door behind me.
The hidden room was tiny and dim lit. A mattress covered the entire floor and had piled of blankets.
As a child would, I crawled onto the mattress and buried myself under the blankets to hide. As if they would protect me. I felt safe. I could let out a sigh of relief. But I ended up holding it when I felt something at my feet. It felt as if something was crawling back and forward, pacing about near my feet. I sat up on my elbows and looked down...
I couldn't believe what I saw...
A boy, six by the looks of it, in a white night gown was crawling on all fours at my feet on the mattress. He was looking at me. Watching me. I paled at his sight. Why? . . .
On his face, where his eyes should have been, were deep, gaping black holes. Black tar dripped out of the holes and down his white face. He grinned at me with a wide, toothy grin of what looked like razors. "Just sleep, just sleep," he was repeating as he continued to pace at my feet on all fours.
I gasped, sitting up in my own bed in the barracks. I looked around, panting, then sighing in relief when I realized it was only a dream, and I still in my barracks at my first duty station. I laid back down and sighed again, closing my eyes, hoping to fall right back to sleep. I knew I would have to get up in a matter of hours of formation and I wanted to get as much sleep as possible. But something made me freeze. My eyes shot open and I stared up at the ceiling.
I could feel it... something... at my feet on my mattress... pacing.
"She's awake," I heard a low, demonic whisper from across the room.
I quickly sat up, looking at the foot of my bed.
I caught a glimpse of a shadow disappearing over the edge of my bed.
I felt the blood drain from my face. I could only stare at where that shadow had suddenly disappeared. I managed to reach over and turn on the lamp on my nightstand and I looked back at the foot of my bed.
Nothing.
"Not a dream..." I whispered.
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