the empty cave reading room - Short Story
The Eyes of the I's of the Dreams
written by Christopher David Miner
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It started out with me at this party.
I was walking around this huge house that was jam packed with people getting drunk, and everybody was dancing, only I couldn't hear any music. Come to think of it, I couldn't hear any sound in the house until I walked into the living room. I heard a TV going. I remember trying to talk to people, but nobody could hear me, and I think they couldn't see me either.
So, anyway, I see this TV going, and there's a car driving along this desolate highway, at night, out in the middle of nowhere. It's just driving and driving and driving, and I'm trying to get people to look at it because something is really spooky about it, and then all of a sudden I'm in the car and all I can see is the road as it appears before me. The headlights aren't very bright, so I can't see very far in front, but I'm moving really fast.
I'm starting to feel very alone out there in this car when I get the feeling that there's somebody next to me in the passenger seat, watching me. The thing is though, I'm afraid to look, so I just keep staring straight ahead. But the feeling that somebody is there looking at me is so strong that I can feel them staring, burning a hole through my head. So, I muster up the courage to turn and look, and when I look there's somebody there alright; a girl, but she's looking the other way out her window.
She had on this blue-gray little dress that had spaghetti straps, and it was kinda short. I don't quite remember, but I think it went to about mid-thigh. She had long, straight, dark brown hair that was held back by a hair band. Then she starts to turn her head. She turns it really slowly, kinda theatrically, and when it finally gets around so I can see her face her eyes are closed and she has the most wicked smile on her face, with just her upper teeth showing. Her canines are pretty prominent and sharp. She starts to laugh. And the thing is, her eyes are shut, but I feel like she can still see me. It's a scary feeling to see somebody with their eyes shut and know they can still see you.
So, she's laughing. She's laughing this real sinister evil type laugh, and you know how I said only her upper teeth were showing? Well, by now her mouth was fully open. And she was sitting there holding her hands out in supplication. To what, I don't know, and I don't want to. She was really starting to freak me out, especially the way she was looking at me with her eyes closed and everything. Then the weirdest thing happened.
Her eyelids started to open, but not how a person would normally open them. Hers looked like they were being forced open by something on the inside. It was blood. Blood started seeping out from under her eyelids. First her eyelids just started swelling out a little, then this dark red, rich, thick blood began to trickle out.
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