The Wolf's Eye: A Series of Short Horror Stories

The Wolf's Eye

It sees everything. The wolf's eye sees the world and its tragedy. It sees its hatred. Its sorrow. Its fear. Through the wolf's eye, we see the world for what it truly is.

I know this, for I have seen the wolf's eye.

When I walked through the dark, endless forest I called my home, I never though it was occupied by such a monster.

But this monster, it isn't like those we haven't seen. Not a grotesque, scaly figure like those in movies. No, this monster is nothing like that. In fact, it has no physical appearance.

This monster is something we see, but don't see.

This monster is everywhere and nowhere. Around us and far from us.

Such a paradox. How could I have been so oblivious? How could we have been so oblivious?

I walked further through the forest, and suddenly, something stepped into my view. A wolf.

The wolf was large, with black fur like a dark cloud about to release a horrible storm. Its eyes were bright orange flames containing the gates of Hell, and through them I could see the world.

I could see death and destruction and hatred and horror, and everything about it was painful to witness.

So much pain. I couldn't bear it.

And I could see the realness of it all. I lived in my home, safe from the horrors and strangeness of the world around me. I lived so oblivious. I always thought I was somewhere the death and destruction and hatred and horror couldn't get me. I acted as if I was safe from it all. But I now realize something--it's everywhere. It doesn't go away. I know this, because the wolf's eye showed me.

I have seen revelation. Through my encounter, I've been enlightened.

I know the world and its horrors. And therefore, I am invincible.

I have seen tragedy and strangeness. And therefore, I have seen all.

I have experienced the tragic ways of the world. They are the truth. And therefore, I can fight against them.