Don't Open Your Eyes Novels & Stories

15 My eyes slowly opened and I was blinded by the oddly bright lights. Blinking a couple of times to get used to the light, I finally opened my eyes fully and remembered what exactly happened before I passed out. That remembrance was a very big mistake because immediately, the tears formed up in my eyes and we're pouring uncontrollably, I couldn't hold in the sobs as I cried out loud, not even bothering to get up or anything. The sound of the door aggressively opening didn't even bother me as I kept on crying. I felt fingers running through my hair and I didn't even give a fuck who it was, I couldn't even see anything, I couldn't bring myself to stop crying.

The only part of his body that he can move is his eyes. "Scary, isn't it? Not being able to move your body. You can think clearly, but you can't command even a single muscle. I'll tell it's pretty eerie for some people. It's like being locked inside your own mind. It's like being possessed by a demon, isn't it? You're lucid, but you can't move on your own."

I just want to open them back up again and realise that everything was just a dream. It will be a dream. I will open my eyes, and everything will be fine. I open my eyes. The nurse is still there, the same look on her face. "Are you okay?" She asks. Nothing has changed. It's real. I feel tears on the edge of my eyes. I feel empty. Tears threaten to escape, but I don't care. I just stand there. In shock. In despair. In horror. No. No. No. This can't happen.

The wet, soft sound of a thousand mouths whispering my name. If you are reading this, do not look at your ceiling. I don't care how long you've lived in your apartment. I don't care how normal everything seems. Do not look. And if you hear something—scratching, humming, anything—do not listen. Whatever you do, do not look up at the ceiling. Good luck.

JULIETTE I pry open my crusty eyes and instantly shut them again as sharp brightness burns through my eyelids. A low groan escapes my throat as I turn my head to the side, feeling something cold and stiff press against my skin. My head feels heavy, like it’s filled with sand. Slowly, I take a small breath and try again, forcing my eyes open, this time more carefully.

“Remember, keep an open mind. You never know what might happen tonight.” I scoffed. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up if I were you.”

‘No matter what happens, don’t open your eyes,’ I thought. My lips twitched when I could feel the familiar pain that lingered in me. “How often do I have to tell you that you need to answer me when I call your name!” his stern voice pierced into mine, weakening my body. ‘Don’t open your eyes,’ I repeated to myself. However, his grip gets tighter, making me whimper in pain. “Open your fucking eyes—” “P-Please…” my voice faded. “If you don’t open your eyes, I will fuck you hard as hell!”

Angela Peering my eyes open, I quickly snapped them shut and winced. Remind me not to get drunk in my life again. My head is banging so hard that I’m finding it difficult to keep my eyes open. Inhaling deeply, I summoned inner courage and opened my eyes. The faint light peering in through the small opening in the drawn curtain made me wonder what time it is.

“Just call and make that report. Don’t let it be like in high school and run away.” I couldn’t say anything as I glanced up at him and could only nod. I stepped out of the room towards the kitchen and looked around the medicine cabinet to grab some painkillers. My head was throbbing; I don’t think it was helping me think clearer. I took medicine, hoping it would help relieve this pushing feeling in my head, and closed my eyes, wishing this was all just a dream. Three, four, five, I need to recount. None of this happened and I’ll wake up in the living room. I kept counting for a while until I heard the doorbell ring, I was at number thirty. I nervously walked to the doorway and stood in front

Riffen's goal is to make Doris feel miserable, hate herself. - You want to open your eyes and see what I want to do with you. Doris kept her eyes closed, she didn't think that he would do anything to her even if he was still sober. But honestly, she was wrong.