The Night Has A Thousand Eyes
I love the day. I really do. The sun shines and brings warmth and life to everything. Birds sing and people move around their daily lives, unburdened with the knowledge that night will come and they will be seen. Not by their families or friends or loved ones or acquaintances or anything like that. Of course they will be seen or maybe not, depending on how much they choose to be alone. They just don’t know the fear I feel when dusk comes creeping over everything. The blue-gray blanket that signifies the oncoming terror.
See, I know something they don’t. I know that we’ve been lied to for years and years and years. Lied to or misled or whatever, but I found the truth finally. I know that high up above us, spattering the sky like little white blood specks, are the stars but they aren’t really stars. No, no. They aren’t balls of gas trillions of miles away. That’s what they want you to believe. That’s what they rely on. They need you to believe the lie because the truth would be too difficult for people to understand and grapple with, but I found out. Me. And now I know and I can’t tell anyone the horrible reality of things. We call them ‘stars’ but they aren’t really stars.
They watch us every night, track our movements, and report back to whoever is orchestrating things. I don’t know why. I don’t know that I’ll ever know. But I do know that they don’t like being watched back. That’s why I bought the telescope. It’s a weapon, in a way. Every night, I sit out on my deck under the false stars and watch them back. They can’t do anything when someone is watching. They have to maintain the façade, you understand. They have to act like the world is blind so that they can see. But I can see.
I first suspected something was up when I couldn’t sleep one night and went for a walk. Everywhere I went, I felt like someone was watching me, staring at me, examining me. I kept yelling into the darkness but there was never any response. That’s when I looked up and one of them made a mistake.
It blinked. I saw one of the stars disappear and then reappear a moment later and that’s when I knew.
They don’t like me knowing, though. They all watch me and know that I watch them and it’s starting to get to me. The constant scrutiny and waiting for me to slip up. I don’t know what they’ll do, but it’ll be something bad. Don’t you worry, though. I’m going to act first.
I have the knife right here next to me and when one of them blinks at me tonight, I’ll be ready. See, I figured it out. They only care when someone can see them.
So, I’ll stop seeing them. They can’t get me if I can’t see, after all.
Here is where I''ll post random stories that aren't, as of yet, in a larger book. Call it a free ride into the mouth of madness, yo.