Cold Blue Eyes

Chapter 1: Strange Occurences

So college at UMD has been pretty amazing. Met lots of people and stuff. It's pretty sick. Can't do parties (since I know things will get pretty fucked up in my head), but me and Rick have people over a lot. I still keep in touch with Rikie, who now lives out of state. I feel like this huge weight is crushing me every time I think of her 'cause she's just so far away.

Tonight, Rick is out partying. I use this to my advantage to skype with Rikie.

"So how's everything with you and Rick?" she asks.

"It's going good, ya know."

She catches the fib in my tone of voice. "What's wrong?"

"I feel nervous. I keep telling him to get a new car 'cause at night the whole thing turns black, even the windows."

"George, that's impossible."

"So you're saying I'm just imagining this shit! Never mind. Bye!"

"George!"

I hang up, feeling devestation vomit all over me. Shit. She's right. I just imagine things. What else would explain the fact that nobody else can see what I see? How the fuck am I suppose to live the rest of my life like this? I'm a complete screw up.

The sound of a car pulling up alarms me. I peer outside to see the vehicle soaked in all black. 

Foot steps sound in the hallway. The lock turns... My heart races as I half expect something.

"Hey, buddy," Rick says as he walks inside.

"What the fuck!" I yell.

"What?"

"I told you to get your ca fixed. Better yet- get anew car!!!"

"Why?"

"I told you already! You can't have tinted windows!"

"I know man, but it makes me look bad ass. You're right though, or I should get a refund. I didn't know my car did that when I bought it 'cause it only does this at night. Don't worry, bro. I'll get a new car as soon as I can." Rick smiles.

Calmness washes over me. Rick's friendliness always gives me comfort.

"What a rip off, right?" he laughs.

"Yeah. I wonder why it does that." An uneasy feeling still pinches its way inside my stomach, but I begin to relax.

"People just tryin' to get me a ticket."

"I guess so." We both laugh. It's so ridiculous. Who would make a car like that? How?

"Hey, I rented a movie for us."

"What movie?"

"The Avengers. Been waiting to see it."

"Me too."

"I'll pop it in and make some pop corn."

"All right, cool."

Rick shuts out the lights other than the kitchen lights. I push away the uneasy feelings I held before. I shouldn't mistrust him. After all, he's the coolest friend I could ever ask for.

Rick comes back with the pop corn. I savor the salty taste that floods my mouth. Suddenly, I start to feel drowsy. When ever the screen lights up, I swear I see a dark figure in the background. Oh well, it's just my imagination, right?

Something catches my eye. A figure in a dark cloak stands outside the window that opens up to the deck. Apprehension suddenly shocks my body.

"Rick, can you shut the curtains?"

But Rick isn't there. Where the fuck did he go? The tv screen is dark. I must have dozed off...

I open Rick's door and switch the light on, but he isn't there. Where the fuck would he go at... 3 in the morning? I stare at the clock ahead of me in utter disorientation. Am I dreaming?

The window is open with freezing air jutting in. Instantly, I rush up to it and slam it shut. I leap back at the sight of ivory curtains.

Foot steps pound in the hallway. Oh shit. I immediately dash to the door and yank it shut. Frantically, I turn the lock. As I search for a weapon, I start panting, rapidly pulling open each drawer. Come on... Come on...

In one, I discover a sheathed dagger. I unsheath it, and hold the blade up in the light. It shines flawlessly, as if it has been untouched.

From the living room, I hear a door being forced open, which causes me to wonder if something happened to Rick. Oh shit, shit, shit...

As foot steps march toward the room, I can hardly hold the pop corn in my stomach. They become louder... and louder... and louder...

Suddenly, they halt before Rick's room. Shit! I didn't shut the light off. What an idiot! Nothing I can do now.... Nothing but wait...

The knob turns. I'm so glad I locked the door- that is until something crashes into the wood, causing it to thunder with every bang, as if being slammed against with a hammer. Cracks creep their way along the door with every hit.

No, no, no. This is not happening. This is not real. But I see it! I see it right in front of me!

With each blast the door dents inward toward me. I bolt back to the window in a panicked state, and try to pull it up. It's stuck.

Now my heart dashes away. I glance back at the door. Pieces of wood chip out. Every bang results in the obnoxious noise of crackling.

Hysteria brews up inside my body, screaming at me to escape while I have the chance. 

I keep yanking on the window. It won't budge! Oh, shit. Dizziness swirls over my body. This is not happening right now.... 

With all of my strength, I force the window open and fear pushes me out the window of this two story building.

The icy air girps me as I crash into the pavement. An instant flow of burning wraps my body up inside its hellish fire. Up above, the black creature stares down at me with a murky hole floating where the face should be. Its facelessness sucks me inside its dark forces until darkness covers all.