I remember clear as day when I saw that thing for the first time. It was about six months ago, right after I got into a huge fight with my roommate and moved out. She wasn’t keeping up her end of the rent payment, plus she said that I was into too much creepy shit. After lots of door-slamming and screaming at each other, I’d had enough. I packed my bags and stormed out. Good riddance to that miserable place.
I stomped outside, only to be greeted with pouring rain and the slow roll of distant thunder. I didn’t really know what else to do, or where else to go, so I just sat on the front porch of my apartment complex and watched. I watched the thousands of ripples created in the pond by the gentle patter of rain. I watched the cars go by, and as my eyes trailed to across the street, I saw him.
He was a little boy, about four and a half feet tall, with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. But, something just seemed off about him. Like he was somehow out of place. He was dressed, well, almost as if he had jumped out of Victorian England, complete with dirt-streaked face, messy hair, and an awfully somber demeanor.
This was odd, but especially since this was a tiny town in Michigan, one where if you blinked you would miss it. There was something very endearing about him, though. He never seemed to move; he just stared at me. I don’t even think I saw this kid blink.
But, then he moved. Or, he moved me? I don’t recall crossing the street whatsoever, especially during that kind of weather, but I just sort of, well, ended up next to him. Still not moving. Still not blinking. Just staring at me.
“H-Hey there little guy,” I stammered, after collecting my thoughts. “Did you want something?” I tried my best not to sound utterly terrified, but I’m pretty sure I failed miserably.
He slowly nodded his head, still not speaking a word. The movement caught me off guard, but I honestly had no idea what to expect from this kid.
Without any warning whatsoever, the kid grabs my arm and starts leading me to an alleyway next to the building we were standing near. I tried pulling away, but this boy was strong. Like, inhumanely strong.
“What?!” I exclaimed. “Where the hell are you taking me? Let me go!” I struggled, but to no avail.
He finally let go of me, but only after we were halfway down the alleyway. It was incredibly eerie, and we’re both soaked from the rain. He just kept staring and staring, his eyes now softening with a kind of pity. They seemed to flicker like candles and grow brighter as he just kept staring. I felt in fear for my life, but was practically paralyzed.
Then, he started to change. It began with the eyes; they went from the icy blue that I was so accustomed to, to a dark crimson that engulfed my entire being.. Then his skin started to slough off and decay, revealing rotten flesh writhing with maggots. His hands stretched into long, spindly claws, cracking and groaning as they reached out for me.
I screamed. I tried to run but he was too fast. He pinned me against the wall and brought his face close to mine. It reeked of decaying flesh and death itself.
Finally it spoke, with a deep, gravelly voice, one that spoke for eons without ceasing breath. It said to me but one thing, and that one thing only. “We are the things that go bump in the night. We are all that bubbles and troubles everything on this planet. We are the fear incarnate, the everlasting nightmare, and we are everywhere.”
It smiled, and rotten crooked teeth jutted out at sharp angles as its eyes seemed to grow larger and larger. It grew bigger and bigger and then-
It was gone. I was back on the side of the street that I’d begun at, sitting on my porch with all of my belongings.
What it said stuck with me.
We are everywhere.
I never looked at anything the same way after that. I grew increasingly paranoid; I swear that whenever I looked in the dark I saw those piercing blue eyes, and to this day, a bump in the night or a creak in the doorway reminds me of it. Just know that they are everywhere, and they are watching you.
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