What starts off as a curiosity, a light on the bedroom ceiling that seems to have no source, heralds the appearance of a huge eye that just watches and watches.
This story is from Year 8, The Year of Revisitation
I revisit one of the stories I’ve already written, and write a new standalone story connected to or inspired by the existing one through a character, a place, an object, a continuation of events (okay, sequel), and so on.
Music: “Investigation day” by Nicholas Jeudy
This isn’t the first time I’ve written about some organ or organ-like thing growing on the surfaces of someone’s bedroom. (I’ve gotten really niche with my themes after all these years.) Last time it was a little boy with a “heart” growing in his wall.
I’ve also written many a story based on some weird imagery or a plots in dreams I’ve had. After posting this story, I had plugged in a mini-fan to charge next to my bed. It was still plugged in when I went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and turned over to see a glowing green eye on my ceiling. The fan had charged and the indicator light happened to be facing up to the ceiling, and happened to be the same shape and size of the eye I describe in my story. It didn’t scare me. I immediately knew what I was. But I did sleepily think something akin to “Heh, good one.”.
[Video Description: Trailer. Duration, 45 seconds. Music: “Investigation day” by Nicholas Jeudy. Digital drawing. Central figure, a woman, her top half, seen from below at an angle. She’s facing away standing in a room where the ceiling and parts of two walls intersect at her left, around waist level. The woman wears pants and a t-shirt and her hair in a ponytail. She holds a carving knife in her right hand, held down and behind herself. Her left hand reaches up towards a huge eye in the ceiling. Most of the iris and a small portion of the whites are visible. Title card with the words “Short Story” and “Genre: Mystery” are displayed in front of the image. At bottom is the title. The title card and title fade. Lines from the story appear over the image: I yelled out. The hazel iris shifted toward me. I slowly slid off the bed…I made my left leg stand. I pulled the rest of me off the bed, dashed to the door, flung it open, and pulled it closed behind me. Okay, okay, think. I have to… I had cried out. Someone must have heard. Someone would come knocking on my door. Normally I didn’t want that. But right now, right now I might want that. I might want that.” The title reappears at top as the last line fades. A watermark of the site URL appears at bottom right throughout.]
Genre: Mystery, Science Fiction, Horror
Tags: CEILING, CELL, EYE, IRIS, MICROSCOPE, PETRI DISH, SLEEP, VARIABLE
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