Facing Fear

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is one of my first short stories. Hope someone likes it:-)

Submitted: February 06, 2012

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Submitted: February 06, 2012

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FACING FEAR

 

“The eye is the window to the soul.”

 

The Surgeon quickly cut the optic nerve of the eye.  He was humming a tuneless song to himself.  There was an audible popping sound as he removed the first eye successfully.  An empty eye socket stared back at him.  He carefully placed the eye on the table next to him and went to work on the second eye.  His patient, an eleven-year-old boy, was beginning to stir from his drug-induced-sleep.  Time was running out.  A sinister smile crossed his face as he heard the satisfying pop as the second eye was surgically removed. 

This eye he placed in a jar, filled with a preservative liquid, to add to his growing collection.  He picked up the eye on the table next to him and walked in the direction of the kid’s parent’s room, feeling his way through the darkness.  Silently, he placed the eye on their nightstand, right next to what he hoped was the alarm clock, but in the darkness he couldn’t be sure.  He made sure the cornea was facing their way.  He will make this kid face his parents.  Satisfied, he left the room to retrieve his little suitcase with his medical equipment from the kid’s room and leave.  Before climbing back out off the window, he turned back one last time to where the boy lay whose darkness was now absolute.  Unseen to him, liquid oozed from each gaping eye socket.  It was as if the boy was silently crying.  The Surgeon smiled.  Another successful surgery was behind him.

 

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Jake Howell picked up the brail newspaper lying next to him on the coffee table.  He has a friend that delivers his newspapers for him.  He slowly traced his fingertips over the front page.  The title read:  The Surgeon strikes again.  Jake read on.  T he victim, an eleven-year-old boy, Alan Smith, is currently in the Intensive Care Unit of Greenwood Hospital.  Jake skipped to the end of the article.  He knew the details of the Surgeons work well by now.  Police reported that they have obtained new evidence concerning the case and that the investigation will continue.  Jake put the newspaper down.  Violence always makes him uneasy.  Inevitably, he found himself thinking back to his childhood…

 

It was a Friday.  His dad just got home from work a few minutes ago and he was already drunk and shouting.  Little Jake sat in the corner of his cramped little room and tried to blot out the sounds coming from the kitchen.  He should’ve been used to this by now, but he wasn’t.  His dad’s outbursts were getting more frequent lately.  His mom told him once that it wasn’t his dad’s fault.  He just couldn’t always control his anger. The burden of being a police officer was sometimes too much for him and then alcohol seems to be his only solution.  She also told him that whenever his dad got home from work, he was tired and shouldn’t be bothered for any reason.  Even though Jake obeyed his mother’s advice, the beatings never stopped.  As the shouting in the kitchen continued, little Jake tried to squeeze himself deeper into the corner of his room.  His favorite teddy bear was lying on the floor next to his bed.  Jake quickly grabbed it and held it close to his hammering heart.  He heard a door slam shut and then hurried footsteps approached his room.  Like a lamb about to be slaughtered, Jake waited in fear for the pain he knew would come.  What’ll happen this time?  Is death lurking in the shadows nearby?  What happens when you die?  Do you just disappear or is there really an afterlife?  Maybe he’ll turn into a ghost and then he could haunt his dad… The door swung open.  Little Jake closed his eyes in a futile attempt to make everything disappear with the relative darkness it caused.  It was in vain.  It usually was.  Jake knew he should face his dad and look into his eyes, but he couldn’t.  His fear was too great.  The footsteps came closer and he held his teddy tighter.  Suddenly he was jerked by his arm, dragged across the room and all the way down the hall.  Little Jake screamed and fought, but to no avail.  As soon as his dad released him from his iron grip, he felt his mother’s protective arms around him and finally dared to open his eyes.  The false sense of safety those arms provided, didn’t last long.  His mother was pulled up by her hair and away from him. Jake realized he was still clutching his teddy in one hand and he held it closer as he heard his mother screaming in pain.  There was an audible thud as his mom was thrown aside and the screaming was cut off.  Now he would get his share of that anger.  He was hit repeatedly with a hard object – which to Jake felt like iron or something similar.  A knife twisted inside him at the sight of his teddy lying, out of reach, in the corner of the room.  Slowly, Jake mercifully lost consciousness.He woke up in darkness two weeks later.A friendly female voice told him that he was in a hospital and that he would never be able to see again.  Later that same day two men came to tell him that he was now an orphan.

 

Jake Howell wanted to cry after so vividly remembering his childhood as well as the cause of his disability, but he couldn’t.  And he would never be able to. 

 

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The Surgeon placed his latest edition to his collection on a shelf, next to the rest of the jars each containing an eyeball.  He kept all his little souvenirs in a secret room behind a bookshelf in his study.  There is only one other person who knows about this secret room and precious collection of his – and she would never tell.  Not only is she his lover and friend, but she is also his driver and the one who helps him chose his next victim.  None of his success would be possible without her.  She fulfills his dreams in more ways than one.  The Surgeon smiled to that thought and started humming that tuneless song of he’s again as he closed the study room door behind him. 

 

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Jake Howell put on his coat and walked towards his front door.  His hand reached out towards the doorknob, but stopped only inches away.  He slowly reached up and gingerly touched the place where his eyes used to be, now only two gaping black holes that would never see again.  He has removed his two glass eyes; he always does when he has a job to do.  He bends forward to pick up his little suitcase standing on the floor by the front door.  It contained all his necessary surgery equipment.  She always left it there for him and then waited in the car while he got ready.  Grinning, he turned the doorknob and stepped into the cool night air.  His next victim awaits.


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