Horrors Eyes (Season 1)

Chapter one: Flashback

"Mommy, when is daddy going to be home?" My young green eyes as dark as the overgrowth on trees in the night, sparkled with tears. My innocent and naive question echoed around the room. The walls around me were a pasty seafoam color. They were cracked enough to look like it could fall any moment. The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs hanging down dramatically, and the room was as small as a child's tiny closet. A young woman, wearing a deteriorated yellow dress that had been worn many times, watched me from the corner as I was playing with my fairly new dollhouse.

"I don't know, sweetheart," I looked up at my mom. Her face had sunken in and she looked tired, especially with the dark circles around her eyes. Her eyes had long since lost their sparkle.

"Mommy, are you sad?" I asked.

"Yes Hannah," She sighed.

"Why?" I asked. My mother sank to her knees. Tears that were once held back for me started pouring from her eyes. The ground rumbled and ceiling started to crack open.

"MO-MOMMY!" I screamed in terror, standing up. She looked up and the same look of horror flew across her face.

"Hannah, don't move. Stay where you are," My mother instructed. She was completely alert now, and she was as terrified as me.

"Mommy, I'm scared!" I cried.

"Everything is going to be fine. Just don't move and cover your mouth. We're playing the quiet game," She showed me a strained smile. The ground stopped shaking; now there was a hole in the ceiling.Black smoke started to fill the room. Once the smoke reached the floor, it started moving toward my mother. Tears started flowing down her face.

"Hannah, close your eyes and don't open them no matter what you hear," Her voice trembled.

"Mommy, what is that?" I asked.

"Close your eyes honey. I love you," She smiled. I covered my eyes with my hands. Next thing I knew I heard my mother screaming in pain.

"Mommy!" I yelled hands still over my eyes.

"Don't open your eyes!" she screamed. Then there wasn't any more screaming. There wasn't any more sound.

"Mommy, can I open my eyes now?" I asked. There was no answer. All I could hear was air flying past the broken, deteriorated walls. I felt something grab my leg. Then there was a the sound of glass breaking. My leg ached.

"Hannah are you alright?" I opened my eyes. The black smoke was gone and Mommy was lying on the ground motionless. I looked up to find that someone was holding me. Behind him the window was broken and glass was everywhere. The man had a hood over his face.

"My leg hurts!" I cried. He laid me down in my bed.

"Don't move," He smiled, just like momma did.

"Is Mommy okay?" I asked. He didn't answer. Instead, he got out an old brown bag covered in dirt and started digging through it.

He took out a bottle and some bandaged wrap. He opened the bottle, poured the content into his hand, rubbed in onto the bandaged wrap, and started wrapping my leg. My leg stung.

"Ow!" I cried.

"Don't worry. It will stop hurting in a minute," He smiled. The bandaged turned from white to purple before my eyes. He unwrapped the bandage from my leg.

"Does your leg hurt anymore?" He asked.

"No. Are you going to do that to mommy too?" I asked. He didn't answer and wiped something black across my head.

"What is this? It smells good," I asked, referring to what he just wiped across my head. He took off his hood and our eyes connect. His eyes widened.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He put his hood back over his head, picked me up, and everything went numb. I couldn't feel my arms or my legs. They were hanging down like willow trees.

"Daddy?" I whispered. My vision went fuzzy. Then everything went black.