Dark Eyes

Me and my parents just moved to some new town. It was more of a fixer-upper then a house. But it wasnt like I could change their mind.

Me and my dad decided to go explore in the woods. It was the middle of winter. I thought it would be fun. We were walking along a narrow path when we found a frozen pond. It was beautiful, but something didn’t seem right. A tree across the pond looked as if it had eyes. Dark black eyes. I stared at the tree when I started to get a feeling of sadness. I felt depressed, I think my dad felt the same because he wanted to leave as soon as he saw the tree.

When we got home everything seemed darker, not because it was already 5 in the afternoon. It just felt different…depressing… My mom had just finished dinner when we sat down to eat. My parents were talking while I sat and tried to eat. I wasnt hungry though. I asked if I could go to bed early sad they said yes, so I went to the bathroom to get ready.

I was laying in bed, tired but couldn’t sleep. I started to sob for no reason. Then during my breakdown session I felt intense pain on my thighs. Like I was being cut. I ignored it as much as possible. Its okay. Tomorrow would be a new day.

I woke up and went straight to the bathroom. I practically ripped off my pants. It was terrible. On my thighs were several long, deep cuts. They were scabbed. I noticed some scars as well. I got dressed so that way my parents wouldn’t find them. I felt like I shouldnt tell them.

I went outside to go back to the pond.. I don’t know why, but that where I wanted to be. I arrived after a few minutes of walking. This time something was there.

Across the river was a tall, black figure standing on 4 legs. Its face was weird. It had a white mouth. No nose. But its eyes were the worse. They were black, but like a much darker shade of black compared to the rest of the body. It strided its way toward me. I wanted to run but my mind was attracted to it. It finally reached me. It started to smile and told me to close my eyes. I did as it said. I opened my eyes though when I felt alone. It was dark. The moon was out and my whole body felt numb. Not from the cold, but even my heart felt numb. I dismissed it and went back home. I walked in. My mother was laying on the couch passed out. Empty bottles of wine were on the coffee table next to her.

“Might as well just call it a wine table now..”

I tried to laugh but I couldn’t. I went to look for my dad. Where was he? I felt abandoned all of a sudden. Then I blacked out.

I started dreaming. I was at the pond. I was alone for sure. No eyes or monsters. Just me. Then I heard the clatter of feet on ice. I looked in the direction of the sound. My dad was running on the ice. But from what? He tripped and slid across the ice. A 9mm handgun slipped out of his pocket. I wanted to help him but I couldn’t move. He scrambled toward the gun. That black thing with 4 legs was coming right at him. My dad pointed the gun. But not at the black shadow, but at himself. I heard the gun pop. The monster disappeared. Blood started to grow into a pool. Then everything went black again.

I awoke. I was standing on a wooden stool. A rope was hung around my neck. That monster was there in front of me with an even bigger smile than usual. His hand or paw or whatever was on the stool. He pushed it.

I heard my neck snap.

  • Carlos Castellon

    Ooo nice! Gave me chills 👌

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  • Simon

    You know, there’s a difference between making your story purposefully vague to have readers come up with their own interpretations and just having everything in your story happen for no reason whatsoever.

    • Daniel Pro

      Exactly