MicroHorror

The eyes were white and soggy, like melted snow. They pierced through him with colorful blasts of brightness. About twenty white pupils expanded ferociously to stop him escaping. He slowed down until he eventually stopped sprinting. The eyes disappeared but he got this creepy feeling that they were still watching at him. He was dead scared. Who was going to help him now?

“What do you want from me?” He could see them again. He suddenly got this strange urge to rip his soul from his body and offer it to them. He was frantically trying to stop them from taking over his mind. He started to claw at his body, desperately trying to stop the creatures crawling inside the particles of his skin, like little soldiers on battlefields.

“You.”

The forcedness of their replies frightened him. The harmony of their voices, echoing way after they had spoken, sent chills all over his body and his skin began to peel and bleed from all his frenetic scratching and from the putrid poisonous gasses radiating from their body heat.

“Why me?”

“Just you.” They echoed once more and their lips no longer moved. Then they vanished into thin air and his skin stopped smoldering and was now covered in blisters and he was drenched in wet sticky slippery liquid.

The next day he sensed them lingering in the dark, in his tiny room, waiting for him, peering at him; his skin stung and itched like sharp needles boring into it, leaving a multitude of tiny holes behind.

“We want you.” The voices sounded real enough but he couldn’t see their faces.

“Go away!” His skin was on fire and he felt as though it were melting. The intensity of the pain made his body shudder and he started to scream. They refused to go away. They were studying him, gawking at him. Their world was dark and yellow with many things that others couldn’t see but him, they tell him. They were in his room, still–oh so still–no more movements at all. These things–these aliens from beyond. He couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing where they were hiding, so his fear propelled him to call them, challenge them to show themselves. They preferred to keep scrutinizing him, stopping him from moving with the rhythmic motion of time. He loathed not knowing who they were. They told him that he is human and that he is on a planet called Earth. They couldn’t give him full control of his own mind. They refused to show themselves to anyone, until that person’s life span had expired. He was going crazy with all their watching and silence and waiting for him to slip up, so that he existed no more.

Then one day, like a wind blowing cold air in the open daylight, they were gone and the taunting haunting voices disappeared. Strangely, he felt so alone on this planet called Earth, trying to survive mankind’s rules and regulation. Each day he had to learn the rules to stay alive.