Bogleech.com's 2013 Horror Write-off:
" Eyesore "
Submitted by Nick Noah
I canít tell exactly when I saw the flashing lights for the first time. I know the time I first consciously noticed them was about half a year ago, but by then it was already with a ďthis againĒ sentiment. I must have seen them in passing a few times before that I just canít put my finger on when or where.
Not that it matters. They were nothing spectacular, really. Just a sort of strobe light, that seemed to come out of the windows of otherwise empty rooms or buildings at night.
I didnít think too much about them at first, but after a while they seemed to pop up more frequently, though never twice in the same place, so I started to get curious.
One weekend night I was out late and didnít have anything better to do, so when I saw the flashing light again I decided to investigate its origin.
This time it was coming from a row of abandoned shopping premises in a less than busy street. It was reflecting off the inside walls of one of the empty stores, the source itself not directly visible, but it appeared to come from somewhere in the back.
The store in question wasnít locked up; in fact there wasnít even a door in the frame anymore, so I could just walk inside to have a look. I stopped and listened for a second, to make sure there wasnít anyone else in there, who maybe didnít want to be disturbed, but then again if there was someone here trying to conceal their presence, they were certainly doing a shitty job. Anyway, the only thing I heard was a faint noise that sounded a little like static.
The noise, as well as the flashing was coming out of another empty doorframe on the far end of the left-hand wall, which I supposed led into a storage room.
Slowly and tensely I walked along the wall, up to the opening and peeked into the room. I never properly got to see what the source of the flashing was, because it was so bright I got immediately blinded. I stumbled backwards away from the doorframe. Luckily there wasnít much left in the shop for me to trip over.
After a few minutes my vision returned, but something was different. The flashing had ceased, but whatever had caused it had left a strong afterimage that now danced before my eyes. Not a clear image, mind you - all I it was at fist was a fuzzy rectangle - but a very strong one. Even hours later it hadnít started to fade. In fact, it never really went away at all.
I donít see it anymore when my eyes are open, but every time I close them itís right back, as strong as in those first hours. But thatís not what worries me, what worries me is that the afterimage changed. First it started to become clearer which took a few days, but finally all the fuzziness was gone and I could see it as sharp as a photograph. But it kept changing even after that, changing in ways that shouldnít even be possible.
What I see now, in burning bright, ever-changing colors, every time I close my eyes is quite clearly a door. A door that gradually opens, one tiny bit at a time, every time I look at it.
I havenít slept in a few days now. I am afraid to. Iím taking amphetamines to keep myself awake and Iím desperately trying to keep my eyes open as long as I can.
Because by now the door is half open, I can see whatís behind it and IT can see me too and I have no Idea what will happen when it gets through.