Werewolf Stories

Seeing the unseen

It's probably not the unseen you are looking for; Werewolves.
Maybe you can give it a shot?
Trying to see something through the perspective of someone else.

'Mom, I saw it with my own eyes! It happened again last night; the beautiful moon shined on the trees, who moved along with the wind. The ground gently touching my feet and of course the sound of pure nature!'

I dreamt away in my story, not listening to my mom. '...-search for help.' She walked from side to side from the room, like she was going crazy. But I'm the one who was going crazy!

How can I see when I can't see?! I'm blind as a mole rat! Her breathing became unsteady and eventually it was quiet in the living room. 'Mom?' A dramatic sound of gasping filled the silence. 'Mom!'

Carefully I placed my feet on the ground, searching for my mom. With my hands sticking out forwards, I hoped to feel something. It became silence again, no sense of someone being in the same room as me.

Darkness was not my enemy, it's silence what makes me scared. I can touch, smell, hear, taste but not see... not being able to see what is going on around me. Not able to see what kind of world I'm living in.

Even through everything, I wouldn't blame her. Her own daughter describing the backyard like I always knew, knowing where all the flowerpots where. 'Someone told you, those jokes aren't funny anymore....'

Today I asked her why she changed the garden. Everything was empty, not even a chair. 'Funny guess, but no I didn't change a thing,' She lied. That was not what I saw yesterday. I never guess, I just know. I made my way out of the kitchen, trying to avoid anything sharp. Like that knife on the sink, who always lays there.

I walked to the living room, checked upstairs, checked everything, twice. Nothing. Feeling lonely, feeling broken, feeling incomplete. Unexpected some voices filled the house. Visitors?

It's already past six, normally people would have dinner at this time. With each step taken carefully, I tried to hear the conversation. Two different people talked with a steady voice, like every word they said could be deadly.

'S-she is here somewhere, she always shows up when you let your guard down.' Mom? The door between the hallway and the living room was closed, because their voices were echoing against the walls but got reflected. An endless echo.

'Miss Chambers, you told us before that your daughter is blind?' The statement came out as a question, like my mom talked nonsense. 'Of course she is blind! But that's not the problem here, officers.'

It was quiet for a moment. Well, what is the problem mom? I tried to find the handle of the door, what leads to the living room. Before I could walk in, the door was opened before me. Everyone before me took their breath. 'I presume you are Emily?' Yes, I am. 'Who is the one asking?'

'We are just some people doing their job... I'm sorry to ask but how do you know about your surroundings?' My surroundings? Is it about the backyard? Did they even look at the report before coming all the way here?

'My surroundings? Like everything what I can't see?' Don't play with fire if you don't want to get burned. 'Sorry, I-' I turned around, walking away from the two men. Mom wasn't standing with them anymore, there were only two heartbeats.

'I can tell you what I think I would see.' I can trick their minds a bit, maybe they will think mom told me about what world I am living in. Quite boring if you ask me, too many problems to be solved. Too many fashions who must be followed, information from all around the world but eventually it will fade away when time passes. That's how I see it.

'Here on my left,' as I pointed to a door, but with a deviation of one meter to make it more believable. 'The front door, with a wooden table at its right. The flowers get changed once maybe twice a week, or it could just be the window next to it, what makes me thing that. If it stays open at night it brings some fresh air in, what smells like the sunflowers of the garden next to us.'

Did she told me this? No, she was too busy with work or other stuff. Eventually she got a burn-out from working like a workaholic, ending up staying with me at home. First it was nice, spending time with the one who had put me on earth. Until she went crazy, something snapped in her.

I don't know when it all went wrong, I don't know if it was already in her mind. The only thing I could do was trying more, being more like a normal daughter... My way of thinking is like a robot: analyze and eventually perform. It failed many times; ending up crying on the floor. Screaming of confusion.

It only made it worse, I guess. She always helped me stand up, at first. After many times crying alone, I realized she knew I could do it all by myself. So I stood up and stopped crying, stopped being such an idiot. I told myself I would be a normal daughter, seeing my actions were the opposite instead. I understood her, respecting her way of behaving.

I know I am putting my mom on the guilty corner, giving the officers the idea she is crazy. 'I could go on for hours, officers.' With my back still pointing to them, none of them dared to speak. 'Thank you for your time.' For my time? Of course, I seem to be someone who can spend their time better, like watching tv. Maybe knitting a sweater, playing scrabble, dancing through the room? You can have it all.

The front door closed with an hard bang, the wind must have slipped through, pushing the door. 'Why?' With my head cocked to one side, focusing on my mom's voice. 'Why are you driving me crazy?!' Oh, mom...'It's not why, it's how. It's because I want to protect you from all the dangers of the world. This century fucked everything up; the meaning of life, the meaning of love, the meaning of protecting the one you hold dear.'

Even if I can't see it for myself, it doesn't mean I can't feel the one around me get affected. 'You are blind for God's sake! How can you protect someone if you can't even protect yourself in a world you can't see?' Mom, just listen. 'Breathe... gasp for air you need, live because you can. Use it like it could disappear any moment.'

But what is it with my eyes? Why did I told you this story? It got nothing to do with 'seeing the unseen'... or does it? Most of the time it doesn't matter what you see or think. People are people, each of them being one of their own, life goes on, time ticks further. Does life have any meaning at all? Well, you got a chance to live it. So why don't you want to live it through a perspective, through one what you can share, one what makes everything more bearable, one that is you.