31 Short Horror Stories for Halloween

The Man

There is a man who lives in the corner of my eye. He's always lived there ever since I can remember. He just stands there and looks at me. I don't know what he looks like because every time I turn around to look at him, he turns into something else; an oddly shaped, a broom that's stood up against a wall, a pile of stacked boxes. He lives only in my peripheral vision.

No one ever believes me when I tell them he's there. He's never said anything to me. He never does anything but it's unnerving to look out the corner of your eye and always see someone standing there.

I tried to get rid of him; I took medicine to make the hallucination go away but when the medicine didn't work it assured me even more that he was real. He stood in every corner of every room that I passed through. He lived in mirrors, and glass panes, and the reflection in my spoon while I ate cereal.

It was unnerving but I was safe. I was safe until I screwed up. I decided to catch him. I wanted to know what he looked like. I wanted to know why he stood in corners. I wanted to know why he looked at me. So one day, I walked down a long corridor and I knew he'd be there in my peripheral vision. He was. He stood there, looking at me. What he didn't know was that I was trying to catch him. The second I reached the end of my corridor, I didn't turn the corner and let him stand in it. No. I whirled around, quick as lighting, and there was.

He's standing there now, in plain sight. I can feel his hot breath all the way over here. I can hear him breathing. I can see the red in his eyes. I'm scared.

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