Horror Oneshots

Corner of my Eye

You know the saying 'corner of my eye', or whatever. When you see something in the corner of your eye, but you look and there's never anything there?

Or at least you think there is nothing there. In reality, they laugh. You see them for a second, but then they are 'gone'. It's not gone, never gone. Why do you think it always seem to be there in the corner of your eye?

It's because you can only see it when you actually become 'aware' that it well, I guess 'exists' in the corner of your eye. 

When you stare at it full on from the corner that you see it in. 

Only then can you turn and watch it. But the moment you blink it will disappear because that is it's escape. 

It all started in my child's bedroom. You know, they hear a monster in their closet, or a bump from under the bed. Maybe scratching on the window. 

Well, my kid had a wild imagination. They saw a window in the corner of the room. That was my first hint.

It was odd because there was only one window in their bedroom and it was on the opposite wall. My kid used to tell me what they saw in this window. Sometimes there were people, well at the beginning there was only people.

My kid said the people in the window was like those on the street, the faces were not recognizable, sometimes the faces were just simply blurred out. 

And then she would blink and the window was gone. 

My second hint. 

How was I supposed to know though? I didn't think anything of it. I believed my kid had imaginary friends, in this case an imaginary window. Children have vast imaginations. Why should this be any different?

But then the faces turned to 'monsters' and she refused to sleep in her room. Eventually, we changed everything. My child now slept in the guest room and now the room is the guest room. 

The room. 

A few weeks after we changed the room situation, my old buddy Mike was to stay with us for the weekend. 

We hadn't hung out in ages so we planned events for ourselves. 

The first night nothing happened. The next morning he commented on thinking he saw a second window and he laughed. I laughed it off. 

I decided, I can't make a big deal out of it. It was crazy to think he saw the same window that my child saw. I mean it was their imagination. My friend Mike and my child couldn't both be have the same imagination. 

The second night he said he saw a window with blurred faces in it. He concluded he was asleep and it was only a dream. 

I didn't say a word, I just laughed saying the alcohol must have had more of an affect on him than he admitted to last night. A joke. 

The third night was the kicker. 

At around 4 am he woke my wife and I up saying he needed to leave. Immediately. That he couldn't stay in our house a second longer. 

My wife tried to console him, asking what we had done wrong. He shook his head saying it wasn't us. 

He then said to not look at the corner of the room with inspection. Don't look at it in the corner of our eyes.

Red lights should have been flashing in my brain. I should have pieced it all together and moved my family. 

My third clue has been revealed. 

I didn't though. 

I got, well I got curious. And as the saying goes, I was the cat.