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A/NN: An resemblance is not on purpose!

The Eyes

Thunder boomed over head as Jess opened her dog-eared copy of The Angel of Terror. For a teenager she was not…..normal. She didn't like hanging out at malls, going to the movies, or even the spa; Jess would rather spend the day at home with a good book. Her parents had left not an hour before to go to a friend's house party, leaving Jess alone. Thunder boomed again, shaking the crystal glasses that were safely tucked away in the china cabinet. The lights flickered once, twice, three times before, pop, they blinked out of existence. Jess let out an aggravated sigh. She stumbled from her position on the couch to the cabinet under the stairs. Inside she rummaged around until she found two long white candles and a box of matches. Jess crossed the room again, albeit somewhat clumsily, to the coffee table in front of the couch. A match flared to life, illuminating the room dimly.

"Well, I guess mom won't be calling any time soon." Jess grumbled sarcastically as she lit the candles. Her parents didn't install a landline when they restored the old farm house. All they had were cordless phones and cellphones, which never got a signal at the house anyway. Jess took one candle and placed it on the kitchen table, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Lightning streaked through the sky, temporarily sending a bright light throughout the house. Jess made her way back to the living room, plopped herself on the couch, and watched the wax run down the candle. Minutes ticked by, and in the still silence Jess started to feel uneasy.

A faint tapping sound startled Jess out of her reverie. She glanced around before her eyes settled on the dark hallway that leads to the front door. Tentatively she stood up and walked to the hall, taking the candle with her. The tapping progressively got louder as she approached the door. Jess looked out the glass window on the door and she saw nothing but rain. She reached out her hand to open the door, but when her hand touched the door knob the tapping stopped. She threw open the door, but the empty landing was the only thing that greeted her. Irritated, she shut the door harshly, which in turn blew out the candle.

Jess hissed a silent curse as she stumbled to the kitchen to relight the now dead candle in her hand. She tipped the blackened wick into the glowing flame, relighting the candle. BOOM! The candle in Jess's hand fell to the floor with a thud, its flame extinguished. "That wasn't thunder." Jess thought uneasily. BOOM! The sound seemed to radiate from the walls themselves. Jess slowly took two steps back as an unnatural wind blew through the house, plunging the kitchen into absolute darkness. As her eyes started to adjust to the darkness, the outlines of the kitchen became apparent. She gulped as she scanned the room. It's true that Jess didn't scare easily, but she felt nervous and on edge.

A faint red glow at the kitchen window caught Jess's eye. Elation swept through her. "Finally, their home!" A broad grin spread across her face as she ran to the window. When she reached the window, she let out a gasp of surprise. Two eyes stared back at her. Where the whites of the eyes should have been there was only blackness, the irises were a deep crimson red that gave off a faint glow, and the pupils were slits like a cat's eye. Jess wanted to back away and scream but the gaze of those eyes rooted her in place and stole her voice. The eyes never blinked, never wavered from Jess.

Lightning flashed and Jess screamed. The light revealed the creatures face, if only for an instant. The face was that of a young boy around the age of ten years, but the face was distorted, twisted and mangled. His mane of black shaggy hair hung limp in the rain, the sharp, tapered points of his ears jutted out from his hair. The edges of his diminutive nose flared out and his mouth curved into a grinning feral snarled. His teeth, which were revealed by his snarling visage, looked as if someone had purposely sharpened them. His skin looked paper thin. It's pale, transparentness glowed faintly as well.

As soon as the light faded, Jess tore herself from the window. Heart pounding, mind racing, she raced down the hall, up the stairs and into the bathroom, locking the door. She fumbled with the cabinet door in her haste. Finally she pulled out an extra set of candles, matches and globes. She set them on the floor in front of her. As soon as Jess lit the candles and set the globes on top of them, she pressed her back against the far wall; her arms around her knees. Shivering, she rested her forehead on her arms.

Tap, tap, tap. Her head snapped up at the sound. The tapping was right outside the bathroom door! In a moment of horror, or maybe even courage, Jess scrabbled to her feet and took a defensive stance. The door handle rattled, the hinges on the door creaked, and the door shook in its frame. Crack! The door, which was solid oak cracked right down the middle and bowed inward toward Jess. Crack! The split widened and the door finally splintered. In the darkened hallway those terrible eyes glinted, reflecting the candle light. Slowly the boy-monster-thing lurched forward with a gate that looks like he-it was gliding over the floor. Jess wanted to close her eyes but she couldn't.

The boy-monster-thing, his-its face distorted into a snarl, was wearing what any normal boy would wear except that it was rain soaked, tattered and torn. The color of the shirt and pants might have been blue, but now it was faded into gray, which was now black because of the rain. He-it wore no shoes; the sound of his-its feet made a sound similar to the tapping. Suddenly he-it was gone, only to appear in front of Jess with a burst of speed. The only thing that separated he-it and Jess was the candle. Jess crept backward until her back hit that wall with a soft thud. The boy-monster-thing let out a low growl that was two toned; deep yet shallow. Jess had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. The boy-monster-thing crouched like a predator ready to pounce on it prey. But it didn't.

The room seemed to grow darker despite the light of the candles, which in turn began to dim. Jess whimpered, trying to press herself into the wall. The boy-monster-thing crooked his-its head to the side as if curious.

"Why do you run?" The voice was rough, dry, watery, smooth, and whispery all at the same time. "There is nothing to fear." Closer the figure came as he-it spoke these words. The candle flickered as he-it came closer toward Jess, slowly, deliberately before he-it appeared right before her eyes. The boy-monster-thing gave off the smell of decay, damp earth, and strangely, the musty smell of old parchment. The candle light winked out of existence leaving Jess in the darkness with the boy-monster thing, where his-its terrible crimson eyes glowed. Jess screamed, but the sound caught in her throat. And she knew no more.

Marcus leaved through his stack the County Gazette until he found this morning's issue. On the front page was the picture of teenage girl being lead out of a house on a stretcher. The headline read 'Local girl to be taken to psychiatric hospital'. He briefly scanned the story, while sipping his coffee.

'Jess Walker was taken to County Memorial yesterday after her parents found her passed out on the bathroom floor. "The rest of the house was in shambles, but the worst damage was to the bathroom door." Officer Karl Bergis reported. Doctors performed a series of tests to determine the cause of her fainting spell. "Physically there is nothing wrong, but her mental state is detraining. Something or someone scared this girl literally to death. When she woke all she would say was 'the eyes, those terrible crimson eyes'." Doctor Harry Cerlon noted. Jess Walker is to be transported to Black Gate Estate Psychiatric Hospital tomorrow morning…'

The head psychologist opened the psych report on his desk. He quickly scanned the pages before leaning back in his chair. "Intense fear of the dark, hmmm…" He idly flipped through the pages in the folder. Suddenly the door flow open and an attendant hurried in.

"She just drew this." The attendant stuttered obviously terrified. The head psychologist took the trembling paper and unfolded it. His face drained of color. "This case is more serious than we thought." The paper, still clutched in the head psychologist's hand, held a very real looking drawing of a boy with a demonically twisted face and piercing crimson irises ringed in black.