Those eyes, impregnable fortresses of reflective malice, never ceasing that eerie stare...
It's a good thing that the eyes were able to hold my attention, so that I would not attempt to search the rest of its face.
But I couldn't help but glimpse its smile.
Damn, that thing bore into me. A wide crescent, lined in red, whoever's blood it was mixed with, but surely his own.
He's been there about four hours. Just standing in my doorway, staring. He doesn't seem able to do anything else.
The sun begins to rise, and as it does so, he seems to dissolve, as the golden rays flit across my wall. Relieved that...that monstrosity has finally gone, I close my eyes.
Seconds later, I feel hot, stale breath on my face, and open my eyes once more to see it right above me, staring down, the smile still in place, those soulless pits seeming to draw the light in.
"You were so close..."
I scream, and bring up my fist, connecting with his...no, ITS, face. And just lucky I did, for a knife came slashing down where my arm had been previously.
It stumbled back, still smiling that sadistic, eternal smile, standing out so well against its pale face.
"C'mon, it's not hard," it says, lunging forward and gripping my wrist before I can strike again. It twists, and I move with it, traveling down... it laughs as I struggle. Suddenly, it seizes me, and throws me to the floor. Then a thought hits me... why don't I listen.
So I put my head down, closed my eyes and slept.
GO TO SLEEP...
I started to trail off. Very. . . Very shocked, too shocked to be scared, then. The phone rang.
"Hello?" I Said, picking it up.
"What were you doing with jeff? Hmm?" A raspy voice came through the phone. Then, I realized. . . IT MUST HAVE BEEN JEFF!
"No! Your Jeff!" I looked up. . Jeff stood in my door. . .
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?!