Somewhere behind black eyes is inspired by the stories, pictures, and urban legends these beings come from. Though many might want to call them demons and then call it a day, I think there is a little bit more to them. In this series of short stories, I explore the possibilities of their reality. Note: this thread of stories are purely, Sci-Fi, Horror, Fiction. All characters are fictional.
Somewhere behind black eyes is inspired by the stories, pictures, and urban legends these beings come from. Though many might want to call them demons and then call it a day, I think there is a little bit more to them. In this series of short stories, I explore the possibilities of their reality. Note: this thread of stories are purely, Sci-Fi, Horror, Fiction. All characters are fictional.
Somewhere behind black eyes is inspired by the stories, pictures, and urban legends these beings come from. Though many might want to call them demons and then call it a day, I think there is a little bit more to them. In this series of short stories, I explore the possibilities of their reality. Note: this thread of stories are purely, Sci-Fi, Horror, Fiction. All characters are fictional.
grotesque images. Even if he closed his eyes the images taunted him and threatened to pursue him under the covers where he hid in pointless defense.
The five-foot-tall mirror his mother brought
inside stood stoically against the corner of the room. Figures of unknown creatures taunted, teased him, poking their images in and out of the reflective area. The shadows seemed to note he was in the room even when he blinked or poked his head back under the covers.
He sighed loudly; this is never going to end. Every
night this was an ongoing event. He might as well just suck it up and go over to the mirror to see if the dark figures moving around in them were real or imaginary. Nothing he could say to his mother or father was going to convince them he was seeing them, and they were real! He had to be brave and check it out; after all he was going to be twelve, then, he’d be a teenager.
Then he got a really good idea! What if he
found something to cover the mirror up with! Maybe this would make them go away and lose interest in him? He’d cover it up then they couldn’t stare at him. Maybe then he could sleep knowing most of the creepy stuff in his area was taken care of. Getting across the room was going to be hard to do. One of them could be under the bed! Please don’t let one of them be under the bed!
He desperately, wanted to smash the mirror to
bits, but it would be too loud, his parents would hear, and he would probably miss a piece of glass, then step on it later. All these scenarios seemed like they were a sure way to get him spanked or grounded from something. He stretched his leg out and his toe knocked against his fire truck at the end of his bed. “Ouch!” He exclaimed and then realized this might have been too loud. He stopped and listened towards his bedroom door ignoring the mirror for seconds. He was expecting one of his parents to burst into the room, pull him out from under his blankets and out of his bed. He continued to listen but heard nothing.
Back to the plan! This was getting exciting!
He had to walk the trail of throw carpets his mother used to cover up various stains he made from chocolate milk and juice punches. If he shuffled his feet instead of walking, he could push the toys scattered on them. He’d have to do it slowly and quietly, so he didn’t make much racket. He’d have to figure out which blanket to use for this task. “Fuck it!” He’d just grab the nearest one. After this alleged deed, he realized he cussed, did it out loud and didn’t get busted for it! His new-found independence felt like layers of armor. He was ready for the fight against darkness now!
He grabbed his flat sheet blanket and silently
put his feet on the floor. He threw the blanket around his shoulders. This would be better than dragging it across the floor; it could get hooked on one of his favorite toys. It could ruin one of them or make a clattering sound. He can’t let it happen. Just as he was having this thought his left foot caught on the blanket which was partially on the floor. He tripped, tried to get his composure, but his body was jerked quickly to the left; oddly, his body flew head first as he was sent flying forward. This is going wrong! How he had the time to calculate how much trouble he would get into was beyond his eleven-year-old comprehension. He thought he was being careful!
He wasn’t thrown very far, but he was happy
to see it got him closer to the mirror. This could be bad too though! What if one of them reached outside the mirror and grabbed him! With this understood he jumped up onto his feet with great grace and agility. None of them were gonna get him, especially since he’d come this far. He didn’t even take the time to listen for evidence his parents had heard him fall. He zipped to the mirror but arrived right in front of it when he was frozen in place by what he beheld.
There were other kids staring at him in his
mirror! One was a boy and the other appeared to be a little girl in old fashion type clothes. The type of clothes his kid sister’s dolls had. The boy blinked at him, as the girl giggled. He wondered if he had stated this out loud, or if she could read his mind?! She giggled again. Holy cow, she was reading his mind!
He saw his reflection in the mirror briefly, as
his eyes grew wide. He wanted to turn around and run but he found it difficult to. What if he did and one of them snatched him, pulling him inside the hideous mirror he hated?! He was frozen for moments wondering if this was even possible?!
Another one of them arrived. He appeared to
be male. He had a smile which seemed to get larger and larger as he stood there in complete terror!
He didn’t know why, but he was squinting to
see the new kid better. He blinked repeatedly, to get a closer look. Were the kid’s eyes black?! No, it had to be they were just dark and the lighting in here was bad! This sounded logical to him, but he was growing more and more sure he was looking into the kid’s eyes and they were completely black. Not just black though, but like voids or deep vortexes.
The little girl giggled again and reminded him
how terrified he was. He kept his voice steady and asked; “What do you want?” Right after he asked he was immediately sorry he did. They chimed together as if they were one voice or several voices in surround sound mode. Their voices did not sound like those of children his age when they spoke. Their voices were low and slightly dragging, like a forty-five-speed record on thirty-three. He knew this because his father had a record player and explained it to him.
The little girl mouthed the next words, but it
sounded the same as if the others were channeling their voices through her single, frail body. “We want to come inside!” They didn’t blink, only her mouth moved when vocalizing this command. This was another frightening thing about their request…?? It wasn’t said as a question, it was stated like a definite command; like they expected to get in! Like they were going to gain access to whatever they meant. They were in his house, his room and his mirror! How much more “in” did they expect to get? Then the possible answer hit him, it knocked the wind out of him, causing his stomach to drop to his knees. Possibilities beyond what he could comprehend danced like demons in a blood feasted orgy.
He started whimpering like a beat puppy. All
three of them grinned at the same time. He heard the giggling again. He started crying. He threw the blanket over the mirror and frantically tried to get the entire area of the pooled, reflective nightmare out of his head, room and body. He felt a slight relief. He backed up away from the mirror and knocked into something. He spun around, eyes wide and finally be able to free his constricted throat. He screamed loud and booming. He could only imagine the terror behind him and what unspeakable things it can do.
He stopped when he heard his mother’s sweet
voice. “Honey, what is going on?” She reached her arms out to him and he rushed headlong into them burying his head in the scent of her familiar smell. The fragrance of perfume, soap, and body wash with laundry detergent flood his nostrils and took the fear from his heart.
Somewhere Behind Black Eyes Part 2
Somewhere behind black eyes …
The teenage form watched as juveniles came in
droves to the party which was taking place inside the geographical, Target’s residing place. He was not prepared to dialogue this scene. He was only practiced and instructed to interact with the Prime Target. But the Target had left. He hadn’t been there for hours. Days. All he could do is watch and be helpless in his training as in antiquate as it presently was. He had to approach each social hurdle with methodical calculations. He stabled himself as the booming bass from the stereo within shook him to his core. His hunger was hitting him, it made him feel even more of the emptiness which hunger brought. He leaned again against a tree to stable him from the waves and waves of bass emanating from the targets home. Unblinkingly, he noted the way their individual frequencies, once singular, gathered together and intermingled and entwined to become one collective frequency. Young as he was he still was very infant to this plane and didn’t know how to do what they did every night and day. He did know they were inexperienced in the art of dimension jumping. This was close to no feat for him whatsoever. He had so much to learn and he is starving and frustrated in his hunger of their frequencies. Not too much, but not too little was what he was told; if he had to draw from the non-prime targets. Yet, when he was able to draw from them he had noticed when he felt the transfer, his empowerment was their demise. Last time this happened he was met by looks of disappointment and head shaking from his creator. A dim part of him was relieved he was not skilled yet to read, facial expression, body language and vocal cues. He couldn’t do anything about this, especially since empathy was not constructed into the fibers of his DNA. Even if he had the inclination to do so he only could do as his nature instructed. Under his breath he repeated his lines, “Can I use your phone? My mom is worried about me.” Then he hesitated, he couldn’t remember the next line. He had to remember to heighten the treble of his voice. It suddenly, came back to him, “It won’t take long. I need to call him.” He paused, blinked and then drew silent. The frequency was still too bass to be believably, a human child’s voice. He had to `practice to make perfect’; it was something his instructor told him the humans said. He liked the sound of it, but not when he said it out loud; it came out booming, commanding and monotone. Even though it sounded like the best pronunciation to him, it came out a deep series of identical sounds. He was pleased with his vocals. He’d practiced hard. He’d have to get it perfect. Imposing was the second part of the way into the target; his required eye contact with the Prime Target to hypnotize them. He had to say it in a demanding vocal sound. It was to be followed through on if the first line of the predicted dialogue didn’t work and the target didn’t allow you in, but he was confident he would gain access. He was trained well for the hunt. He still, stood there, unmoving and then decided he wanted to get closer to the windows of Prime Target’s house. Flashing back to him was and voice of his instructor, “Prime Target, or PT is the only one you talk to. He is the one we need to dispose of. Do you understand?” Yet, he felt a tug towards the house and his curiosity was becoming as aching as his desire wrenched inside of his dim soul. He moved from behind trees of the woods ten feet from Prime Target’s house. His black eyes scanned the ground. There were twigs, leaves and fallen branches his feet needed to avoid. These two elongated limbs called, legs could be lost in them and then he could be thrown forward, not having control of his upper torso and head part. If he remembered correctly the humans called them feet. This could end in catastrophe. Humans had a bi-molecular make up which healed better than 5th dimension beings. A human could break a bone and they could have the bone mended within three earth months. For 5th dimensioners it took three human years. Hopefully, in few human years everything would change. The whole lot would alter. Even though Prime Target wasn’t home for him to complete his task, his inquisitiveness was getting the best of him. Concentrated curio was pulling him toward Prime Target’s house, when he was instructed not to approach unless the mark was available to him. Before he noticed he was walking as if on auto- pilot. He had to stay hidden from the humans. They could not see him yet. He had to be very careful. He reminded himself to stay far away until the time was right, but his limbs kept carrying him closer. He was ten feet away when he spotted a window he wanted to try to investigate. Before he reached it, the front door of the house, still pulsing from the dance music within, was thrown open and two teenagers came rushing out. The girl from what he could see seemed to be very upset. Why she was upset, he could not decipher. She was making a clamor he couldn’t figure out and what the humans, call “rain” was pouring out of her eyes. A few seconds later a male teenager came bolting right behind her.
After the blinding light triumphed over him, the
relentless thumping of the bass was done assaulting him, he was able to adjust his eyes to the brightness spilling over the concrete. Somehow the ten feet turned into four and half feet. He had not meant to get this close, but it was too late to retreat now. If he moved the humans might become aware of him. Discerning back, he didn’t think he had been ever detected on Prime Target’s property. He watched in grave silence and watched the humans’ motions. He cocked his head to the side to better hear what was going on. Maybe he could pick up on some human words? Perhaps, he would remember their language and refer to it later for further study? Directing his head part, the humans called “ear” he listened and watched their frequencies. There was much discord in them. He couldn’t stir. Watching this sway of their energies was intoxicating. Slipping away from each other then colliding. They would separate and then blend when they put their human forms close. He wondered if they took sustenance from each other, or if there was one who fed from the other and watch the weaker one slip into a slow and painful death. His intrigue of the flood of questions kept him entranced. Who will be the fed? Who will be the bled? Intensely, he focused. His need gave him no comfort as the limbs failed beneath his torso. He was in trouble now. Mother would not be happy. He lay there. His coal black eyes fixated on the sky above him. He could feel the coolness of the Earth’s, grainy soil beneath his frail body. He couldn’t move as if in a coma his limbs would not budge. He heard crackling sound from something rolling across the soil. It was Mother’s car. The crunching hauled. No solace would come to him, as he was scooped up by two men wearing black. They threw him in the trunk of the long, dark car, closed the hood and drove away into the night. No one noticed. No one cared. The music of the party inside Prime Target’s house continued its persistent pumping. The teenage couple outside of the house stood, engulfed in each other’s lovers embrace, not knowing the night was empty of the predator which for hours and had lurked outside only four and a half feet away from them.
Somewhere Behind Black Eyes Part 1
Somewhere behind black eyes...
Kali quickened her pace chucks smoothly
and silently hitting the pavement. Someone or something was following her. She didn’t know if it was human or not. In all her seventeen years she could not decipher what she had seen two blocks away.
It was autumn and the leaves were crunching
under her feet as she walked out of the building from her work onto the cement. It was a Sunday, so the small town was very quiet. Almost like a ghost town except for the two kids standing fifteen feet from her in the shadows. They were wearing dark clothes and seemed to be watching her. She felt uneasy but tried not to pay attention too much or even care at all; it had been a long day.
She had completed her shift and then was
asked by her boss to return later in the evening, because the new girl didn’t show up. She couldn’t remember for sure, but she thought she heard the boss say the girls name was Lily. Nonetheless, the shift had to be filled and instead of working the whole next shift her boss took over the first half of the second shift and Kali was to go freshen up, then rest and return for the last half. She was un thrilled, but it meant more money on her paycheck to eventually bounce out of this town and move somewhere else. Where? She hadn’t decided yet.
Kali glanced behind her as she rounded the
corner going left. She had two blocks to go and she could go inside, get a shower and crawl into her bed, nice and snug until the next day when she had to return to the same routine. She without thinking professed her frustration, “Ugh!”
She dipped into her messenger bag to rummage
around for her apartment keys. Her fingers touched and scanned many of the inventories of her belongings. Tissues, lip gloss, wallet, cell phone; which lit up the inside of the bag. She pulled it out after halting to a stop; then used it as a make-shift flashlight and scanned it over her things. Kali found her keys. The jingling sound of them made her feel safer than she did a few seconds ago. Just as she was getting her bearings she heard a “popping” sound from down the block about ten feet ahead of her.
Appearing there, were the two kids she thought
she had left behind her four blocks ago. Odd. Kali tried to wrap around her mind what they would be doing out this time of night. This was a semi-suburban neighborhood. They didn’t move. They didn’t even look up. They were both wearing dark clothing. The taller one was wearing a hoodie and very baggy jeans. The younger one, whom didn’t appear to be any older than six years of age, had a dress on which also, didn’t look like it was suited to her form. Her hair was unkempt and dark. The evening air blew her hair around her face, making her look, as if she was a ghost instead of a real little girl.
Faster than her mind could process, all the
street lights lining both sides of the street one by one like light switches being flicked off; popped off down the street. Everything was deafening silent for seconds. Then a crackling, static noise electrified the air around her. Kali had 5 feet or so to get to her gate and she wanted to run, but her chucks wouldn’t lift off the ground. She could not move. Her brain felt the effects of the static as if it was the source of energy, the only source of energy her processes could function on. It made her dizzy then she felt as if she was going to pass out. Blood trickled out of her nose. What is happening? She was immobile. She couldn’t move. She wiped the red liquid steeping out of her nostrils and stared at the sanguine in disbelief.
Kali doubled over and then fell to the pavement,
she hit her head on the concrete with a sickening thud and then there was darkness. Contents of her bag fell out and scattered on the ground, as her cell phone skidded three feet from her, knocking it up against the curb with a sharp crack. Through the screen rippled lightning-like breaks. A shadow fell across it shortly thereafter. The thirteen-year-old, Brandone al Suhail’s eyes lit only of the fading brightness emanating from the draining the cell phone before it died as the energy from the lithium battery was stolen by him, never to be returned or charged again.
Brandone al Suhail’s pitch black voids for
eyes scanned and fell onto his partner in crime. She grinned, and her black eyes played over the unmoving form of Kali’s body. Kiilsae al Suhail sent to Brandone al Suhail an unflinching message. The words were not spoken in their language though; it was felt through the night as all the streetlights on the blocks within a ten-foot radius, one by one just as they had shut off turned back on.
“Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop” sparked down the street.
The well-lit streets should have awoken one
of the residents, but all were tightly, snug in their beds as if a warm fire of a chimney during Christmas was keeping them. The usual unwavering beams from the street lights flickered. From then on, they never worked quite the same. Kiilsae al Suhail spoke to her `other’s static was laced through the words of their native language. “Is it time to play with our food?”
Brandone al Suhail’s response was to turn his
back to her and the still, form of Kali, then walk slowly up the street. It was growing light out on this dimension and it was time to retreat to their own again, as they did every Earth morn.
Kiilsae al Suhail stepped in time to follow. Her
black hair swept across her black eyes as she moped down the street behind Brandone. Their sustenance was steadily going low. One lithium cell battery was not going to be enough to feed them. They couldn’t draw from Kali she was more useless to them than her battery was. They would have to go out and hunt in this dimension soon. This time; the big game, the ones humans referred to as adults.