My Eye Hath Not Seen Thee

It's dark now...1

I can't see it anymore, but I know it's there, oh YES, I know. I can FEEL it. Not physically, of course, but I could if I reached out and touched it. No, I can't feel it physically, but the aura it emits is too strong NOT to feel it.2

It's all my fault that it's here, too. Don't feel pity or fear for me. I stopped feeling those long ago. It's my fault it's here, I know that, and so I've accepted it. You should too, since I have. You don't have to DEAL with it.3

It seems like an eternity that it's been here, haunting me. If I were to check the calendar, I would see it is less than a week that it has been tormenting me, but when you have THIS with you, always watching, always whispering, always waiting, time stops. Oh yes, it does. I've beaten Einstein's Theory of Relativity; just get this damn demon and hyou'll never worry about time again. HA!4

Time...oh, how I wish I could go back and refrain myself from committing such a heinous act. How I do regret it. Well, you've listened to me thus far, I'm assuming you want to hear it, eh? Well...don't say I didn't warn you.5

I had just recently come home from work when I heard HIM coughing again. The greedy bastard, mooching off of me, sucking me dry from every product I receive and produce with my bare hands...6

Like I said, he began coughing again. Normally, I would walk to the other side of the house, but in less than an hour he would come find me and trail me throughout the house. I realized now it was pointless to run, so I turned on the television to rid myself of the disturbing hacking.7

To my dismay, the hacking got louder. The television was as loud as it oculd get without getting me uncomfortable, so I did the most rational thing any men would do.8

I killed him.9

Not exactly your definition of rational, you say? Bah, what do you know. YOU never had to LIVE with that insistant spatter, the collective juices in HIM creating a torment for me.10

I guess you're right, though. To be honest, I didn't MEAN to kill him. I just wanted to help him out. I found a knife, and cut out his throat.11

Oh, don't you dare act like that. You know and I know I was only trying to solve a problem for the both of us. Just more for me, that's all.12

Yes, he did die, and it wasn't exactly CLEAN per se. Mopping up was just like mopping up after a beautiful orgasm, except I couldn't just WASH the blankets. No, these had to be BURNED, along with his body. Such good sheets too...13

As I said, I killed him, disposed of hte evidence...you'd think the problem would end, wouldn't you? Ah, that is the mistake that is commonly made. One must remember, for every action there is a reaction, and for that reaction there is another, and so forth. There truly is no end to the chain of actions that are created.14

After he was dead, I settled down for a nice, peaceful, and I do so stress the peaceful aspect of it, night. Yet, as I've told you before, things do not always work out as planned, now do they?15

I was just about to fall asleep, when, as a relex, I opened my eyes and THERE, standing THERE was the bastard, a jagged hole where his throat used to be. It looked to me as if he were trying to cough, and more so horribly now that he was recently deceased.16

Now, I couldn't particularly fall asleep after this moment. Seeing the spirit of one you have just recently killed does seem to have that affect on people. I just lay in bed, watching him, with his inaudible coughing for days.17

One must have sustanence, though, and I was clearly in need of it. Seeing as he hadn't left the location, I braved leaving the safety of my bed and venture into the kitchen. It did not seem that he would attack or follow me as I arose from my bed, so I went into the kitchen.18

I had created a sandwhich, and bitten into it when I looked up, and dammit, there HE was again. I left the room, only to notice him in the next. I exited the house, only to see him outside too. Wherever I went, the bastard followed me.19

At this point I was becoming frantic. Seeing such a horrid sight does nothing for one's nerves, would you agree? So I figured, 'If I can't see him, I won't need worry about him." I ran into the kitchen, and using the same knife I had used to turn his throat into a Jack-O-Lanter, I got rid of my eyeballs.20

Yes, pop pop, out you go. Needn't see anymore.21

It was a bloody mess, and it hurt for awhile, but after a bit I passed out from the pain.22

When I had come to, I realized I was free! He was gone. No more would I have to suffer the sight of my deed. Sure, I might have paid with my sight, but it was WORTH it, never you forget. Oh, how I enjoyed those days...23

And then the coughing began.24

Oh, what wretched sounds you can create. I believe he realized I was no longer being tormented, so he gurgled up sounds for my sensitive ears to pick up.25

The incessant coughing. It never ended.26

I becamse so furious with rage at that point, for I thought I had rid myself of the apparition, that I threw myself against anything I could. I screamed, I clawed at any and everything. The bastard was winning, and I swore I wouldn't let him.27

And so I sit, here, discussing my predicament with you. Did you like it? Good story, yes? And now, if you'd be so kind as to hand me that blade...28

Yes, it's dark here.29

And quiet too.30