I know

I knew they were alive. I told them, but they never belived me.I mean it makes complete sense, right?

They're the reason why we check every corner of the house at night, but never find anything. All corners of the house seems to be staring at us, but as soon as we turn to meet the gaze head on, it's gone. The only thing we see are ourselves, well, our shadows, so we dismiss it and continue on with our lives. Not this time I saw what others seem to miss. I saw it this time.

It was winter, the darkest time of the year. I hate the dark because nothing can be proven real by just a look. There's always an undefined shadow casted on sinful pleasures.

Anyway, like I was saying. It was winter, and I went somewhere for winter break. I don't remeber where I was, but I do remeber I was alone and the place was familiar. A two story house with two bedrooms and one bath. The downstairs livingroom was painted with an apalling shade green with a flat screen TV and small couch ploped right infront of it. The kitched was the same shade of green the counter top seperated the livingroom from the kitchen. The black and white colored floors were always cold to the touch and the silver fridge was always empty no matter how many trips to the store I make. I can't remeber if I was the only one who ate, or if someone else stayed with me. Sharing the house with someone doesn't seem far off because every time I tell this story to someone here they say it was probably him again.

If they're right I don't know why this event is still so vivid in my mind. I mean it's the only thing I can recall with definite clarity. I remeber everything even it's shapeless form. I remeber how it moved from my bedroom to the one adjacent to mine, how easy it was to provoke a voiceless scream from it. It had no body, no face, no voice, and barely had a color too it. It just blended in where it was needed. When I saw it, it was black and rumaging through my stuff. I stood outside the my room to scared go inside, but to intrigued to move.

When it first saw me, it froze in the corner of the restroom, just watching me sit on the toilet. I didn't know it was there because I thought it was a shadow. Until it turned off the light. I knew it was something in that corner because I saw a stick poke out from the shadow and reach toward the switch then the door opened and it walked out. I followed it. It walked down the hall oblivious to me right behind it, until it went down the stairs. It was so silent as it moved, but I creaked with every step down. On the last step I stumbled and fell forward, but it caught me and stood me up. Thats when I saw it. The only form it had, an eye. It's eye was almond shaped and brown. I saw it before, but I still can't remeber from where. Everytime I try to remeber I get this awful feeling in my head and I forget something else, so I stopped trying. I do remeber it retracting one of the stubs that helped steady me. I watched as the stub disappeared back into the shapeless form of the creature. It tried to retract the other, but mindlessly I grabed it. It was smooth and cold, no, it was hot, no. I-I don't remeber how it was but I knew it burned, like dry ice. My hand hurt, but I couldn't let go, I didn't want to. I kept staring into the eye as I held the stub, then I felt the stub change.

It was still burning, but it didn't feel like a stub. I looked down at the stub I held and saw fingers and a palm holding back. When I looked back at the eye it was less then a breath away. I heard whispers in my head, telling me a story. Then the front door opened and it pulled me down the steps into an embrace, burning my body. That's what happened. That's all I remeber.

" What stories did it tell you?"

I already answered.

" Then, tell me again."

It told me stories of passion.

"Who opened the door?"

I don't remember.

" Are you sure you didn't make this up to compensate for the death of you're boyfriend."

I didn't.

" The creature you describe in your story had the same color eye as your boyfriend."

I didn't! This happened! I'm positive.

"Why did you stop trying to remeber where you saw the eye? It's probably your subconscious trying to-"

I even have the burns to prove it!

"Okay, what do you fear of forgetting?"

I fear I will forget the thing that seems the most important to me. Something only he and I know.