Palm-size fiction about a weird monster. Word Count ~150. Best read at night, particularly in the dark.
Stepping out of office late in the night, I walked on desolate streets, lost in my thoughts as the rain poured down in sheets. Even after a month, we were still clueless about those bizarre murders, where the victims were left eyeless. It defied all logic that the victims’ hearts stopped for no apparent reason and their eyes were removed without any cuts or gashes, almost magically.
Still stuck in my thoughts, I took a turn. Unfortunately, I bumped into a tall man.
Instinctively I apologized. The man turned behind and I noticed that he was wearing dark eyeglasses even at that hour in the night.
The man simply smiled and opened his shirt.
As I saw those 50 eyes, all over his chest, blink open, I could feel my heart stop.
Now, I’m one of those eyes and we are coming for you too.