After a long search and a boost of confidence from this glass of whiskey sitting next to me, I’ve finally found the courage to post about my troubles. A week ago, I found this very forum in which I had every intention of posting on, but was too afraid. See, the underlying fear of doing so came from me not wanting other people to think I am crazy. If anyone is able to tell me what it is that I saw, and possibly why…then that would be of great help. Maybe…just maybe I’d be able to live without being on edge all of the time.
You ever notice something out the corner of your eye? It appears as a shadow, and when you turn to look, it’s gone? Or maybe you’ll see something dark move across the floor or wall quickly, and find that there is nothing there? At first, I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me only after it happened a couple of times. When it started occurring more frequently, it was only then when I started to become paranoid.
One day after work, I went to see my eye doctor. I voiced my concerns about what was happening, and wondered if this was something normal or if there could be an issue with my sight. According to him, my eye sight was in good standing and had nothing to worry about. He assured me that there was nothing wrong, and took several tests to prove that to me After a thirty minute appointment and three hundred dollars out my pocket, I was back at square one.
People would eye me suspiciously when they’d see me turn abruptly. Little did they know I was attempting to catch whatever kept fleeting my view. It had gotten so bad that at one point in time I accidentally knocked the hot coffee out of my boss’s hand, and onto her dress. That was also the day she lectured me about taking some time off due to stress, and blah blah blah. She sent me home, and told me to come back in a couple of days.
It was only days later when I finally saw it. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I fully took in what has been making me paranoid. I wish I didn’t see…see that brownish matted fur covering spiny legs that connected to the oblong shaped body. It was as dark as mud on the ground of a rainy day, and it didn’t have a face. I kind of wished that it did, maybe then it would have looked a little less threatening with the billions of small red eyes that covered just the top of its body.
It scattered across the floor of my bedroom at a supernatural speed, and with each step a talon came out of the bottom of its legs marking the floor. It would stop, search, and then keep moving forward looking for something unknown. At one point, it stopped and looked directly at me. All eyes met my gaze, and time seemed to exist. It was at this point that I felt like the intruder in my own home. A violent hiss erupted from somewhere on its body, it hunched up like a cat ready attack on all of its twelve legs, and remained in that position. I sat there with piss running down my leg for what seemed like an eternity before it rendered me no threat, and then disappeared.
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