Horror Dreams

Killer in the Eye

  He grabbed a dagger. It isn’t as big as what he would usually use, but rather the size of a pocket knife.

  Turning to his poor victim, who shook in fear of what was in store for her, he walked up to her.

  Grabbing her face, and holding it still, he raised his little knife. And slid it into the side of her eye. The girl’s screams filled the room, but fell upon deaf ears. He took the knife out, dripping with blood.

  It wasn’t over. He put it back in, this time, turning the knife as it was in the eye. There were bits of the iris stuck to it as he pulled the knife out again. And again it went in, this time actively scraping parts of the eye out. With half an eye left, he went in again, scraping the pupil out.

  She could no longer see, but could still feel the pain of the blade ravaging her tender eye socket. Soon, a knife that was once polished silver was now covered with the remnants of the eye, a mix of white and black tissue dripping with deep, red blood.