Somewhere Behind Black

Eyes Part 5

Somewhere behind black eyes

…
Shadows twisted, pulsed and
formed 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.