Wolf Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's about a boy who was attacked, but has no memory of it. He wakes in the middle of the night with vision so intense he thinks it daytime. Confused, he stumbles outside and his life changes.

Submitted: September 17, 2010

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A dark gravel road was stretched out before me. There seemed to be no end in sight. How I ended up there, I didn’t know. The last thing I remembered was being knocked to the ground from behind, after leaving the coffee shop. But how I got here miles away from town was a mystery.

I stumbled along the gravel road, tripping the whole way. I fell hard, ripping my jeans and doing some serious damage to the palm of my hands. Defeated, I crawled to the side of the road.

I pulled my phone from my pocket. I was about to call for help when I heard a low rumbling growl. I’m scared of dogs, so I nervously peered over my shoulder. There was nothing there. My imagination must be playing tricks on me.

I opened my phone and was about to dial. I threw it down; there wasn’t a signal. I stood up, though I was tired and sore, and started walking. Frustrated, I kicked up rocks and dust. The canopying darkness overhead and swirling particles made visibility nonexistent.

A vicious snarling bark taunted me, echoing and vibrating off the trees and rocks. I had no idea where it came from. Unable to see, I held my breath as I waited for the dust to settle. My stance was motionless. I was knocked backward and everything went black.

I woke in my bed to the sound of howling outside. I crossed the room to the window. I couldn’t see. It was like there was a cloudy film covering my eyes. I staggered back to bed and fell restlessly asleep.

A blinding patch of light shone down on me. I covered my tired eyes with my arm. I stifled a yawn, stretched, then got up. I rose silently off the bed, which was strange. My bed usually squeaked. It was old, and the springs were shot. I walked over the creaky floorboards, but they were silent under my feet.

Standing in front of the sink and mirror, I splashed water on my face. When I looked up, my reflection was blurry. I looked faded, almost transparent. The mirror must need cleaned, I thought.

I let the hot water run while I scrubbed the dirt and gravel from my skin and hair. It should’ve been scalding, but the water was cold. The soap revealed the scratches that were covering my arms.

I dressed, brushed my teeth and hair, before making my way downstairs. I called out, but no one answered. I scoured the house. No one was home. I looked for a note in all the usual places, but there wasn’t one.

I sat down on the couch, glad to be alone.

None of my usual shows were on TV. I sighed and walked outside. It was bright, but there wasn’t any movement. It wasn’t day, but was in fact, night. Was my vision really that good?

A loud howling boomed behind me. Advancing on me from either side were wolves with glowing yellow eyes. I stood there unmoving. My nostrils began to flare and twitch. My muscles were quivering. I was trembling from head to toe. I vomited, heaving up green bile. My shoulders and spine jutted out. Tight muscles moved like electrical currents under my clothes. Massive shudders racked my body. I violently fell to my knees, cracking the cement beneath me. Tiny coarse hairs erupted on my arms. Needle sharp teeth ejected from my gums. Saliva dripped from my canines.

I had an overwhelming thirst for blood. A carnal desire burned through me, but I wasn’t scared.


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