The Things We Don't Know

Arrival

It's name was Moju.

Moju came to me one night as I lie awake wondering if my existence was valued. It climbed on to my bed in the dark and settled next to me. I could feel it's weight immediately, but it didn't frighten me. I lowered my hand to find a soft yet firm texture. I switched on my bedside light to see what appeared to be a creature, about two and a half feet in length, with two appendages stemming from either side. The outer of this being was a dark grey color, and where there should be a head, was a single closed eye.  It was ugly, disgusting, scary, yet unthreatening. It lay there, content in its position, not having stirred one bit during my commotion.Then it opened its eye. Long coarse lashes shot out from the top of the eye lid like a row of spears, the eye was bright green, with what appeared to be a retina in the middle. It's retina was darker than imaginable and sunk deep into its eye, as if it were a black hole. I think it was looking at me.It closed its eye. I went to sleep. When I woke up, it was gone.

In the morning I brushed it off as a hallucination, a bad dream, a side effect of my growing dependence on marijuana and masturbation. But still, part of me believed.I searched my house from head to toe that day, looking for any sign of it. I found none. It was weeks until I saw any sign of it again. I came home from work to find my hard drive gone, my room a mess, and my computer playing the same shitty loop I had created the night before, over and over again. I was so angry. I screamed. I kicked. I cried. My hard drive had all but the two songs I'd been recently working on it. It also had every story and poem I'd ever written. It took me two hours to clean my room and a lifetime to get that stupid song out of my head. I deleted it that night.

That's when it came back. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, slithering it's way up to my computer on the other side of the room. I got up and ran towards it, hands out ready to grab it. It turned towards me with its eye wide open, and just like that, slithered out my door. I tried to chase it but when I turned the corner, it had disappeared. I sat back down, feeling what seemed to be nothing and everything. I slowly curled up in shame, sadness, and embarrassment. I few minutes later I felt a weight against my back. I fell asleep; when I woke up, the weight was gone.