Glossy Eyes

Word's out that he escaped not so long ago. Glossy Eyes. Not his, but his work. He spent his teenage years perfecting his skill in doll making. Glass eyes were too unrealistic for him, so he started using human eyes. He liked the way the light left their eyes once he snipped the optic nerve. No soul to control them. They said he was into voodoo, rituals of turning dolls into real humans. You can't tell the difference unless you dive deep into "their" eyes.

I sometimes wonder if those dolls live near us, near me...

Lately, shadows of humans have been staining my curtains. The leaves on bushes rustling due to "people," and not the wind.

He was my neighbor at first. An ordinary, normal guy, or so I thought, until we started dating. He had weird habits, weird furniture, and constantly rubbed his eyeball with the tip of his long index finger. Occasionally, he'd lick my eyes, pinching my lid and gently lifting it open while I slept. It woke me once, and the only thing he said was "You have the most beautiful eyes." Now, every time I get that compliment, I feel the whites of my eyes melt and ooze out of my sockets.

I think... I think he wants my eyes. I know it's stupid, but I'm scared. I saw what he had down there, in his basement... so... so I called the police. He's crazy. Inhuman. I feel him watching me through them, his army of human-eyed dolls.

Shelves were filled with jars, jars of eyeballs categorized by color and size. He really loves eyes. To him, they were what made his dolls complete, "real".

They're by the window again. You can hear the dogs barking at the silhouettes. I know it's him or them.

He didn't know I was the one who made the call.

She was standing there, in the corner of the basement by his desk. She was his favorite but merely a toy to him. I could feel her eyes following me every time I made a step. She knew who I was and compared to her, I wasn't something you could just toss aside when you're done playing.

She was the one who told him because she wants to be me. Needs to be me.

*I wrote this sophomore year in class journal :3 It's pretty old but I thought it was good? I was so creative back then (╥_╥) I was inspired by a few things (maybe you know?).

**I used ibisPaint for cover picture :3

***I placed this in the Monthly category since I thought of this story after I decided to add word and prompt of the month. I think I'll start changing them when I start writing again. I haven't written anything besides in my 'diary' so I know I need practice (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) Please be patient... sorry !

Part 2?

• Yes
• No, revise and add more instead