I had a dream a few nights ago where no one except me had eyes, only darkness where there should be. After that dream, I believe something horrible has happened. I have had a stalker ever since that dream. They aren’t however just an ordinary stalker. That person (as I haven’t figured out their gender by then) just stood outside my house at the edge of the countryside, watching me. I watched this stalker with intrest, as I haven’t really done anything big that gained national attention besides from a curling 8 ender. If you don’t understand what curling is, that’s fine because it doesn’t matter. It creeped me out the first night. I told my mom (as I’m 13) what happened that night. I didn’t tell her about the dream. I have bad dreams on the daily, which cause night terrors, which I am prone to. She set up a camera outside and hit record. If that stranger came by again, we would at least know for how long they stayed and their build.
The second night after the dream, sure enough, there they were. This time, I stared back with a serious look. The stalker looked up, dead into my eyes. It was then that I got a headache, which felt like a minor migraine. It was in the area of a migraine, but not strong. Just a minor annoyance, but I felt it more in my eyes then anywhere else. I remembered the camera then, so I turned away, and went to sleep.
I had that same dream where everyone but me had no eyes. This time, I was on a stage. I was in front of hundreds of them, all of them had a light shining on them, showing their eyeless faces. They all stared at me, and I couldn’t escape. I woke up after that, and out of pure instinct, I went to the window to see if the stalker was outside.
They were still there. They hadn’t moved a muscle it seemed, and this time they seemed to acknowledge me. The stalker waved to me. I tried not to move my face in shock, and kept staring, making sure I didn’t lose eye contact. After the stalker stopped waving, they slowly yet surely backed away. Shortly after, the sun was up past the horizon.
I told my mom that the stalker was outside again, so she grabbed the camera she set up outside. She got the chip and put it by her laptop.
“I will try to look at it when I get home. I have to go to work.” she said to me. She gave me a kiss on the forehead and left. I got everything ready for school, still thinking of that stalker. What did they want so bad? I went to school and talked to my friends if they were playing some sort of prank.
“Why would I do that?” said A (they are named this way to protect identities), “I s**k at pulling those.”
“Same here,” said X. “Why do you say that?” I told them about the stalker that kept showing up each night for the past two nights now. They had an interested but creeped out look on their faces. Either they were doing an incredible acting job, or they were being serious.
“Call 9-1-1 ASAP if that happens again,” said A in a rushed tone. They weren’t acting. I got paranoid throughout the rest of that day. Someone’s stalking me, for what I don’t know. The bus ride home felt a lot longer, and people looked at me with worried expressions. At least they had eyes.
When I got home, my mom wore a frustrated expression on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I said.
“There’s no one there,” my mom said. She showed me the tape on X3 speed, and sure enough, nothing the entire night. I couldn’t understand what was happening (hopefully understandably to you).
“I swear someone is out there staring at me,” I told my mom. She now looked worried.
“But no one’s there,” she said in a matter of fact voice.
“No, someone I assume 5′ 8″ is staring at me in the night.” She now looked scared. She would’ve gotten dad if he wasn’t out of town in Vancouver for business. If I brought builds of people into a situation, my mom naturally got a bit petrified.
“Medium build?” she asked me.
“A bit on the skinnier side, and it’s mainly just a silhouette, so for clothing I have no answer.” She rewinded the tape, replayed it, rewind, play, for what seemed like hours. Me and her, looking for this person. There was no trace of the stalker.
“I’m sorry,” she told me, giving me a comforting hug, “if you see them again, tell me, and we’re calling the police.”
I went straight to bed that night. I was too exhausted to bother looking outside. As fate would have it, I had another dream of the eyeless people. This time, I was in a prison. No, not a prison, an execution chamber. I was strapped to an electric chair, arms and legs bound. They seemed to talk about me just out of my sight, with eyeless guards watching me.
“Time until execution?” one of them said. I assumed that guard was eyeless, because (s)he spoke in a demonic voice.
“Five minutes until we flip the switch,” said another demonic voice. I started to panic, yet I couldn’t wake up. 4 minutes, 3 minutes, 2 minutes. Time for me was slipping away. I started to struggle in the chair, hoping I would break free. 1 minute, I start to breath heavily hoping that a strap will break. 30 seconds, I’m getting desperate. 10, 9, 8, come on… 5, 4, 3, please don’t do this…
A rush of coldness sweeps over me. I notice that the eyeless guards are now in front of me. They have no emotion on their faces, meanwhile I’m terrified. I didn’t break free. A contraption is placed on my head. Oh no.
“Electricity will be fired through your body until you’re dead,” said one of the eyeless guards. “We will flip the switch in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”
I wake up breathing heavily. I feel my face, head, legs, and arms. No straps are on them. I ignored the window as much as I could, although the temptation was high. The sun came up. I made it through the night.
I went to school, still a nervous wreck, this time with the teachers noticing.
“Hey Frost?” (Frost is my nickname) said Mr. H. “You don’t look like yourself. Do you need something?”
“It’s something personal, so I think I should leave it at that,” was my response.
“OK, but if you need help, I’m here to help you,” he said. Mr. H is a great teacher in that aspect. He comforted me enough to get through the day. Everything else went by with not much issue.
When I got home, mom wasn’t there yet, so I looked over the tape again. Nothing. I just remembered something at that moment. I grabbed the flashlight and brought it up to my room. The one on my phone wasn’t going to do me any good. The evening went by with me and my mom talking about the stalker, and what we should do. We eventually went to bed late, but luckily for me, it was Friday.
I went up to my room, and I grabbed the flashlight and went to the window. I opened up the blinds, and sure enough, that crazy stalker was outside. I turned on the flashlight and shone it at them.
She was female, with beautiful long blonde hair. She had a slim build, just like a model. There was just one thing missing about her.
She was eyeless.
