5NAF & Horror short stories

Listening

They have always been listening. From the day I moved into my new house, till today. They listen to every word I make, every sound, every song I hum. They always remember. Then came the day that changed it all. The day I said something I shouldn't have. They heard it and didn't like it. No matter how much I promised to change it and tell them to forget it, they never listened after that. Than one day they came to me in my sleep and attacked me. First they went for my eyes so I couldn't see them. They clawed my eyes out an ripped my face. I screamed and tried to get up, but some of them pinned me down. No matter how much I felt them, the next one never fit the previous description. One was furry with long claws and when I moved my hand, it bit me. I screamed. I than moved my non damaged had to the one pinning down my right leg. This one felt like leather and had spikes all over it. It didn't attack me. It just sat there. Another one was on my face. I couldn't move my hands up that high, but judging from its weight on my head, it was small. Than I heard a thumping on the ground. The last one. It sounded big, and took deep breaths as it walked. It loomed over me as I could feel it breathing above me. At the moment, I was glad I couldn't see. The big one was quiet for a moment and than attacked. It raked its claws across my body. It's claws digging deep into my flesh. My body felt unbearable pain and streaks of red flashed across my damaged eyes. I was dying. My body was warm but the warmth sort of spread after a while. Blood. I was loosing blood. Than the big creature lurched down and ripped my head from by body. I gargled and fell into the world of the dead. The ones who had once listened, had killed me.

Now I'm here today, warning you to be careful of what you say. Because who knows, they might be listening.