Hey guys, so this first entry was a short story I had to write for class. Pretty simple, had to write whatever (Those are my favorite assignments.) So this story was a bit inspired by Don't Blink from Doctor Who, well, the blinking part was. The monster itself came from a sketch I made, which is below. I was some sort of meaty vines before it grew into, well, I'll let you figure it out.
I do warn, however, there is a passage that talks about eye stuff, and my teacher hated that part (in a good way). Just figured I'd pass on the warning.
I looked into its eye, and it stared back. Its gaze was sharp like a blade cutting the surface of my cornea. I knew its tricks at that point. It wouldn't get me, not like it got her. I wouldn't let it.
That ‘Tomb’ we found was never meant to be opened, but nature had other ideas. An earthquake caused the eastern entrance to collapse. An unexplored tomb in the Mediterranean, we had no idea what we would find.
It was unlike anything of that period. It wasn't elegant, it was plain. The engineering behind it, though, was insane. The walls were perfectly smooth, and there were no cracks. The now broken door had some sealant around it, a sap that had dried for thousands of years.
The only feature of this blank room was a body, wrapped in layers of cloth, dumped unceremoniously on the ground. It, too, was covered in sap, making the surface hard. Not wanting to leave with nothing, we tore off layer by layer to get to the body.
Who could it be? Who was deserving of such a strange tomb? The body was perfectly preserved. It was a child with dark skin and matted curly hair. What had this boy done to deserve this? But it wasn't the boy. It was what he harbored.
Slowly, his eyes opened as he stared at my long-time friend, Amy. She tried to help him, thinking he was somehow alive. When she met its gaze and blinked, it was like a switch turned off in her body as she collapsed.
Then they began emerging, two pairs of eyes, one a dull hue from the boy, and one pair a vibrant green from Amy. They reached the sky like a suppressed plant reaching for sunlight after so many years. Pulling with them, the nervous system, a tangled mess of red and blue vines. It pulled itself out of the body and attached itself to the ground.
That's when I too met its gaze, but I didn't blink. A primal urge screamed at me to keep my eyes open at all costs, as blinking would spell death. I had no idea what it was, but it wanted my eyes! It wanted my soul! My very essence! It took Amy's, and now it was coming after mine.
I stared, thinking about what I should have done differently. I never should have come out here, and I should never have brought Amy along. If I had stayed home, none of this would have happened! No, it just wouldn't have happened to me, but to someone else. I just wish I could have kept her away from this, this danger.
My eyes stung, and I was already faltering. I figured this is where I’d die. Soon, I would have to blink, and I’ll be a vessel for that thing to inhabit.
If it sneaks in through my eyes, I could remove its entrance. Salt the earth. Poison the well. Remove my eyes.
I grabbed my utility knife and slowly raised it to my cornea. I remember seeing how the blade glinted in the shaft of light. The sharp point in the center of my focus. I took a deep breath.
I went slowly. Going fast wasn't an option. I had to be ready to ensure I don't wince and blink from the pain. I remember the blade digging, oh god, it stung. The clear liquid of my eyes burst with a single poke. Causing the warm fluid to go down my face. I had to go deeper. I had to sever the connection. So slowly, I dug and dug until I reached the end, the connection point to the rest of my body. I dug my blade into the clump of nerve endings, shooting the most violent pain I have ever felt across my body! I couldn't move, as the blood trickled down my face, and I couldn't look away. I just cried in a puddle of my blood.
The sobbing helped my other eye stay open, watering a starved flower. It will be over soon, and I won't be a puppet for anyone's use. This time it was faster. I slipped the blade in and severed the connection before it could even think about entering, leaving me in nothingness. Void. Darkness. I never realized reality could be so, nothing.
I was safe from that thing, but I had to make sure it would never escape. I went to rip it apart, kill it, but heard it slither. No longer aided by sight, I couldn't find it. It escaped my grasp. Now it's out there, somewhere. If you see it, don't look at it, and don't blink. This probably isn't even the only one out there. So if you stumbled across a strange ruin with perfect walls and a single body. Know this: that is no tomb, it's a prison.