The eyes were everywhere. They stared down at him, in the walls, in the ceiling, in his dresser and in his clothes. He could feel each and every one of them staring daggers into him. His breaths were short and quick. He couldn't take it anymore. He punched one of the eyes in the wall with all his strength. He heard a squelch beneath his fist as the eyes burst open, coating his hand in a clear, viscus liquid. He looked at his hand. His heart dropped. It was covered in eyes. All of them staring at him. He screamed and slammed his hand against the wall again and again and again. Trying desperately to destroy them. It only spread them further up his body until he could feel them in his head. In his brain. He felt his footing become unsteady as he collapsed. He awoke the next morning, his head spinning. A small baggy of magic mushrooms on the table and his wall covered in 10s of holes.
YOU ARE READING
Goretober 2021
HorrorI did this last year and I'm doing it again, I still can't draw so I'm going to be writing a short story for each prompt. I can't promise that i'll finish the entire thing but I want to beat my record last year so wish me luck
