Something has been following me. I’ve been seeing in my peripheral vision, just out of the corner of either eye. Every time I turn to see it, however, it vanishes. Disappears. Gone! Go ahead, call me crazy if you want to. I don’t really care anymore. So far, this… this thing has been trailing me for weeks. Or has it been a month or two already? Whatever. Forget it. Let’s just say that it’s been doing this for a while.

I first noticed something was amiss while I was running during track practice one day. Being one of the faster guys on the team, when I take off, it’s hard for others to catch up. Despite this, I’m usually not in first place. While running that day, I noticed a shadow out of the corner of my eye, the figure keeping perfect pace with me. Curious to know who my newest rival would be, I turned my head to see who it was. To my surprise, no one was next to me. In fact, the person nearest to me was about a half-field behind me.

Though it was weird, I shook it off, telling myself it must’ve been a figment of my imagination. That is, until it started happening regularly. No matter where I went, the shadow would be there, right on the edge of my vision, only to disappear at the slightest glance in its direction. At the mall. The movie theater. In my classes. While I drive. I even notice the creeper glaring at me while I take a shower.

The strangest (and most infuriating) thing about my predicament is that no one else seems to notice the damned thing. No matter how many times I say, “Hey, did you see that?” no one can confirm its existence to me. Even my younger brother, Darren, doesn’t believe me. As younger brothers do, he pokes fun at me, saying, “You still believe in monsters, Jacob? Aren’t you a little too old for that?” I don’t get angry at him, though, because he’s right: I look and sound ridiculous.

So ridiculous, in fact, that many of my friends have stopped hanging around me. Apparently, I’m “scaring them”, and I need to “get some help” for my “hallucinations.” Who can blame them, honestly? The way I abruptly spin around to look for the thing that’s been hunting me has gotten me plenty of weird looks from strangers. It must be embarrassing for my friends to be associated with me. However, it still hurts to be doubted like this. My own mother thinks I’m crazy. Why won’t anyone believe me? Why the hell would I lie?

I can see it now, leering at me with its deep, red eyes. I quickly move to get a look at it. It’s already gone, only to reappear once I turn back the other way. This time, its mouth spreads into a grin, a row of sharp teeth gleaming in the light of my room. Saliva drips from its teeth. It’s mocking me. I’ve had enough of this. I’m going to end it. Now.

Hopping out of bed, I rush out of my room, slamming the door shut. My mom and brother are home, but I don’t care. It’s not like they’ll understand what’s going on, anyway. Speed-walking, I make my way to the kitchen, finding the drawer I’m looking for. I cackle as I pull out my tool of liberation: a knife, complete with serrated edges. This thing picked a fight with me. If it’s a fight it wants, who am I to deny it one? Now, I wait…

And wait. And wait. After a good ten minutes of looking like a madman in the kitchen, I relax slightly, confused. Hmm. Maybe the b*****d finally figured out I wasn’t playing its stupid game anymore and disappeared for good. Ha! Smart move.

Heading back to my room, I’m beaming, happy to finally be rid of that thing. It is then that I realize how quiet it’s become in the house. Continuing my trek back to my bedroom, I begin to think to myself. Did my mother and brother leave, and I just didn’t notice?

Suddenly, it’s there again, its face cracked in half in a wicked smile. I swear I can hear it laughing at me. Rage surges through me, tensing every muscle, every tendon, and every ligament in my body.

“Get away from me!” I scream, swinging the knife to the side. I don’t look back, hoping the blade hits.

“Hey, Jacob, wanna keep playing with m-?” The voice is cut off by five inches of stainless steel.

A reverberant crunch lets me know that the serrated edges are doing their job. Something warm and viscous flows onto my hand, alerting me that I’ve hit a vital, fatal spot. I rip out the knife, and the fiend falls with a thump.

“I did it! Yes! I did it!” I scream, my heart filling with joy. I laugh, the sound a mix of relief and hysteria. Turning around to see my work, I am cut off mid-laugh, replacing it with a gasp. My arms go numb, and the blade falls from my hand. A loud cry escapes my mouth as warm tears blur my vision.

It was smarter than I had anticipated. I knew that it would disappear if I tried to look at it; how could I not have foreseen that it would try to protect itself from a direct assault?

Before me lies Darren, seizing about on the floor. His hands grasp at his neck in a tense frenzy, his fingers like dying spiders. I rush over, sinking down next to him.

His wide eyes lock with mine, tears streaking his cheeks, and he tries to open his claret-stained mouth. His lips form words, though pitiful, labored gurgles are the only sounds that escape his mouth.

Mom is out here now, screaming at me. “What happened? What did you do?” she wails. I yell back, telling her to call an ambulance, even though I know it’s too late.

While I sit here, cradling my only brother, I watch helplessly as he tries—and fails—to say something to me. Finally, he musters up the strength to mouth the word, “Jacob.” With one final, labored breath, the light leaves his eyes, and he’s gone. His lifeless pupils stare up at me, tacitly letting me know that this is my fault.

“I’m so sorry,” I sob, hugging his body close. On the floor, by his hand, lies “NBA 2K16”, the video game we were playing just yesterday. He loved basketball. Through my tears, I notice something. Something with red eyes. It’s smiling at me, laughing at my fatal error. A wail of anguish rips my vocal chords to shreds.

It’s still here. I can see it in my peripheral vision.

  • ShikaSaku NaraHaru

    Bro, why not just look in your reflection? If it’s really there you’ll be able to see it in a mirror or something. If not, then you should seriously consider help.

    • AngryGuy2

      I appreciate the comment, my friend. 🙂 To answer your question, the monster exists to psychologically torture its victims. In order to do this, it has the ability to make itself only seen in one’s peripheral vision. Because of this, whenever the main character would try to look at it, he couldn’t see it. The creature also has a defense mechanism that allows it to disappear whenever it feels threatened, as was mentioned later in the story. The main character, being ignorant as to what was going on and what the creature was, didn’t know this. He just knew that he was being pursued by something he couldn’t look directly at, and he thought that if he attacked it without looking at it. He was wrong. 🙂

      Long story short: even if the protagonist thought to look into a mirror, the monster could’ve easily made himself disappear in order to protect itself. As stated before, it exists with the sole purpose to make people think they’re going insane. Allowing its target to see it in its entirety would defeat the purpose. Also, if it could be seen through a reflection, someone else would’ve seen it by now. The monster follows Jacob everywhere. For example, imagine if Jacob had gone to a restaurant and got a window seat. Chaos would erupt as soon as someone passed by his window. xD

      Anyway, I hope that this answered your questions. I didn’t go into much detail about the monster or its powers, I admit. I did this because I wrote in the first-person, and Jacob knew nothing about the origins of the monster. Going into explicit detail would seem a little weird. Your comment was very well-thought-out and clever. Thank you so much for reading my story and commenting. It means a lot. ^_^

  • AngryGuy2

    Oh, crap. 0_0

  • jay

    Cany really say anything bad about this, it’s a very intriguing story and I recommend you write more like this! Possibly a sequel?