Short Story Sunday 130: Watchers (Part Two)

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            I pulled the blankets over my head and squeezed my eyes shut willing for the second pair of eyes to go away. It was bad enough there were now two monsters staring at me, but the second pair of eyes was a deep golden color. The eyes were bigger than the other monster’s and the pupils were thin and looked like diamonds. It was much scarier than the other monster, whatever it was.

But that was it. This monster had been coming to my room every night for a week and now more were coming. I had to get rid of it once and for all.

I finally peeked over my blankets. Sure enough, four yellow eyes were still burning into my own gaze. I kicked the covers off of myself and reached down over the side of my bed. I had a plastic baseball bat to play wiffle-ball with my Dad. Whatever these monsters were doing, I would get rid of them. I could at least try to knock them out so they couldn’t run when I asked my Dad to come back into my bedroom to help me get rid of them.

Drawing in a deep breath, I swung my legs over the side of my bed, my knuckles turning white from gripping the bat so tight. I hopped off my bed inched my way closer to the closet with the bat high above my head as though I was waiting for a curve ball to be thrown at me.

I stared intently at the four eyes and each one of them slowly blinked as I made my way closer to them.

They blinked again. I swallowed a dry lump in my throat.

The first pair of eyes grew bigger. I stopped walking and held my breath. Did it grow bigger in size? Or was it coming towards me?

It stopped. So I took another deep breath for courage and stepped forward once more.

The closet door was already open since Dad forgot to close it all the way. He knew I liked it closed all the way, but it didn’t seem to matter anyway. The yellow eyes were going to come back no matter what. And they were able to open the door themselves anyway.

My closet door seemed so far away. My arms were getting tired from holding the bat up in the air. I wasn’t even sure if the bat would do anything to the monsters. I wasn’t sure if I would be strong enough to hit them or even have enough guts to swing the bat.

But when I finally made it to the closet I craned my neck to look up. Both pairs of yellow eyes were nearly as high as the ceiling. My mouth gaped open and I lowered my baseball bat. My breathing turned shallow and my neck ached as I stared up with wide eyes at the two monsters before me.

It was darker in my closet. I couldn’t see any form of body in front of me other than the four yellow eyes staring down at me. Neither one of them moved, only blinked now and then. They didn’t seem as though they were going to make the first move.

I gripped my bat tighter, but it still remained by my side. One part of my brain was trying to tell my arms to swing the bat, but my muscles weren’t cooperating. The other part of my brain was screaming at me to run, to go crawl in bed with Dad and hope the monsters wouldn’t go into his bedroom.

I took a step backwards. What was I doing? I couldn’t take on any monsters. Even if I did have the courage to whack them with the bat, it would only make them angry and I would certainly lose that battle.

But what were they doing here? What did they want? Why did they just stand in my closet and watch me? Even now as I stood directly in front of them they didn’t do anything to me. I didn’t get it.

Finally, something took over me, and I leaned the baseball bat up against the wall next to my closet door. I took another step forward and reached my arm out.

Dad had to have been right. There were no such things as monsters. Whatever was in my closet was a figment of my imagination. Maybe I was already asleep and I was dreaming. I had the same dream every night for the past week. My subconscious was trying to tell me something.

But as I reached my arms out further, I glanced up and noticed the four eyes followed my arm watching silently.

Then I touched something. Something soft, something furry.

And I heard a low growl coming from right in front of me.

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Short Story Sunday 129: Watchers (Part One)

            Yellow. It was all I could see in the black of night.

Dad had tucked me into bed just moments ago and it had already showed up. Usually it took about an hour for it to come, but it was right on time tonight. It seemed to be coming earlier and earlier.

I didn’t know what it was or what it wanted. I didn’t know what it was doing there or where it came from. It didn’t do anything. It didn’t bother me. It just stared.

The yellow eyes stared at me and never blinked.

I lay stiffly on my back in bed. My blankets were pulled up over my neck covering me completely. I peeked over my covers also trying not to blink. I was afraid if I did the yellow eyes would move elsewhere in my bedroom.

I felt as though I needed to keep an eye on it just like it was keeping its eyes on me.

However, I did sometimes try to close my eyes and sleep. It never did anything except watch me and I always eventually fell asleep as tired took over. When I woke up the next morning, it was always gone and I was always okay. The only way I could get through the night was to just fall asleep in hopes morning would come faster.

So, pulling together the little courage I had, I closed my eyes.

“One, two, three…” I counted to myself hoping that would help me sleep faster. “Four, five, six…”

I opened one eye slightly. It was still there. Watching.

I squeezed both my eyes shut. “Seven, eight, nine…”

I opened my eyes again. “Ten?”

It was still staring. I sighed. And then it did something it had never done before.

It blinked.

“Dad!” I sat up straight in my bed screaming as loud as my lungs would allow. “Dad, Dad! Come quick! Hurry!”

I heard heavy footsteps pound up the stairs. I breathed deeply anticipating my dad to open my bedroom door and charge right in. He would get rid of the yellow eyes for me. Right?

My bedroom door opened the light from the hallway streaming through the cracks. Dad flicked the light switch. My eyes squinted in the sudden bright light. Once my vision adjusted, I pointed to my closet.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Dad asked in a panic.

“There’s something in my closet.” I whispered. Though I didn’t know why I whispered. If it was still in my closet it could probably hear me. It probably knew why I had called my dad to my room.

Dad sighed and his shoulders relaxed. He cracked a smile. What was he smiling about?

He walked over to my closet and opened it wide. There were my clothes hanging neatly on their hangers, my clothes hamper on the floor beneath them, and my various pairs of shoes surrounding the basket.

He turned around and pointed to the inside of the closet. “See? Nothing here. No monsters.”

I blinked. Of course it wasn’t going to be in my closet. Dad was there and the light was turned on. Why would it stay in the closet for Dad to see it?

“It must be under my bed now.” I said. That was the only other place I could think of for it to hide.

Dad chuckled and walked over to my bed. He got down on his fours and stuck his head under my head. “Nope. Nothing here.” He sat back up resting on his knees. He took my hands in his smiling.

“You’re okay. There is nothing in here. We have an alarm system, no one can get in.”

“It’s not no one, though. It’s a monster or something. It doesn’t need to come through the front door.” I stated.

“Maria, there are no such things as monsters.” Dad stood up and tucked me back in again forcing me to lie down once more. He kissed me on the forehead and walked back over to the door.

“I’m right down the hall if you need me.” He winked turning off the light again. Then he closed the door.

I pressed my lips together trying to keep my nerves in check. The room was pitch black once more and my vision wasn’t adjusted to the darkness.

I looked back over at my closet. Dad forgot to close the closet door.

The yellow eyes were back.

And this time he brought a friend.

Words: 744

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September 2016 Wrap Up


I read most of the books I had planned on reading this month. Time got away from me when I started back at work halfway through the month, but I still read a good amount. My Reading List has been updated with the books I read and reviewed this month.


My writing was non-existent this month. I started off strong in the beginning, but then once I had to get back into my day job routine, everything kind of fell apart. There aren’t enough hours in the day, but I’m playing around with different schedule ideas. I’ll see what works and hopefully get back into a routine soon.


I did manage to get a lot of blogging done, though. I had most of my September posts done by the time the first week of September ended. So that was a load off my shoulder to say the least.


September wasn’t as productive as I thought it would be. But I had worked on other things and tried to write whenever I could. I have a plan for the next couple of months, provided I can get myself into a good rhythm balancing work and life.

Posts to Remember

1. September/October 2016 Writing Contests
2. Top Ten Things To Do When You Lose Internet
3. 5 Quotes by Mark Twain
4. Guest: When and Why Did You Begin Writing? With Topaz Winters
5. Guest: When and Why Did You Begin Writing? With Nthato Morakobi

How was your month? Did you get your goals accomplished? Let me know in the comments!

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Blog Round Up: September 2016

September 2016 Blog Round Up

The Looking-Glass, Part 1
How To Make Lemonade When Writing Gives You Lemons
Still Can, Still Am | A Poem
First Signs of the New Season – Fall 2016
What’s Your Sign?
Saoirse & Connor: Ch.1
Just Thought I’d Point That Out
Seeping Scarlet Screams 

Apparently, all the posts I bookmarked this month were writing-related… I’ll try to have more of a variety next month!

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