Scary stories I wrote

The Staring Eyes

Late one stormy night, Mia sat in her dimly lit room, trying to focus on a book as the wind howled outside. The old house groaned with each gust, but it was home, and she had grown used to its eerie sounds. But tonight felt different-darker somehow.

As the rain pounded harder against the windows, she glanced up from her book, and her eyes caught something odd in the reflection of the glass. In the shadows beyond the window, two glowing eyes stared back at her. They weren't the yellow orbs of an animal; they were unnervingly human, glowing with a sickly pale light.

Mia froze. Her heart raced as she slowly turned to look directly at the window. But the eyes were gone, leaving only the reflection of the swaying trees. She laughed at herself, shaking her head. "Just a trick of the light," she muttered, though her voice felt small in the oppressive quiet.

Hours passed, and the storm raged on. Mia struggled to sleep, the earlier vision of those eyes lingering in her thoughts. She tossed and turned, her nerves taut. Then she heard it-a faint tap, tap, tap.

She bolted upright, listening intently. The noise came again, like fingernails softly scratching at the glass. Slowly, she pulled the covers up to her chin, staring at the window with wide eyes. She didn't want to look, but the tapping persisted.

Gathering her courage, she threw the covers off and tiptoed toward the window. As she neared, the tapping stopped. She stood inches from the glass, peering out into the night. Darkness stared back. She exhaled, trying to laugh at her fear.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the world outside, and there, pressed against the window, were the eyes again-closer this time, clearer. They were not just eyes. A gaunt, pale face hovered just behind the glass, staring at her with a vacant, predatory hunger.

Mia screamed and stumbled back, falling hard onto the floor. But when she looked up again, the eyes had vanished, swallowed once more by the dark. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her mind raced. Was she dreaming?

Then, she heard the floorboards creak, not from the window but inside the room. Slowly, Mia turned her head toward the sound. In the corner, barely illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the storm clouds, was a figure. Tall, emaciated, and cloaked in shadow, it stood watching her with those same glowing eyes.

They didn't blink. They didn't move. They only stared-unrelenting, empty, and horrifying.

Mia couldn't scream. She couldn't move. The eyes were drawing her in, holding her paralyzed with terror. And then, with slow, deliberate steps, the figure began to move toward her, eyes wide and hungry.

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