The Silence

Chapter Two

My eyes followed the clock hand as it rotated, seemingly slower each time. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the hand hit 6 am, I was safe for another night.

I had first noticed the creatures just over a year ago. Back then it wasn't so severe, a cold chill down my spine, a feeling that something was watching me, that sort of thing. But as the year went on, the feelings got stronger and stronger until I finally saw one, clothed in shadows, the serrated spikes that served for teeth, the black saliva that dripped from it's ragged maw, and it's eyes. I saw those eyes in my nightmares, deep and all-knowing, yet still hollow and cold. No mercy, no emotion, just hatred. Hatred for a species that didn't even know it existed. Until me.

I felt them watching me in the shadows as I watched them back, watched them corrupt, kill and snatch once good people. Making these poor souls as full of hatred as they themselves were.

My only reprieve from these shadow creatures was the fact that they were seemingly unable to venture out into the sunlight, although it made a twisted sort of sense. These creatures of the shadows were so bitter and full of the darkness that they wrapped themselves in, that even stepping one foot into the light could kill them.

As I got older, I saw more and more of these nightmare creatures, lurking under the beds and in the closets of children, in the farthest nooks and crannies where the light seemed to never reach, and even in people themselves, the eyes of those beings dead and cold.

These creatures I began to call 'The Silence', for I have never heard them utter a single sound. These creatures haunted me every single night, yet they didn't kill me. Not yet.