Romans & histoires Scary Eyes In The Dark

"I couldn't sleep because of the nightmares and I've been up all night trying to find the person that did this. He left a note at the scene. It was your picture and blood was smeared over it." My eyes widened in shock as he brought out the picture. It was a picture of me as a child. Handcrafted. My eyes were the brightest shade of blue and my hair the brightest shade of white. I looked down at my neck and it was there. The same scar but it was much more red. Which means the picture was drawn just when I got the scar. This strange man was also there when I got the scar. I traced my fingers over the picture and the back of my neck tingled. The picture looked old but it felt very recent and I g

I don't see any. That is when I really begin to worry. I'm about to step closer when— He looks up. My grip tightens around the lamp. Because his eyes— They are not green. They are not normal. There is no white in them. They are just— Black. Not dark. Not shadowed. Black. Like something has swallowed the light out of them completely. My breath stutters. Those eyes are zeroed intently on me. I don't move. I don't know how.

I open my eyes but I'm no longer in the office. I see flashes of an old house... Basement... And...And... A girl.... Blood... there's blood on her.... Eyes... Black eyes are watching me while white fangs sink into her neck. I scream in horror. Please stop!!! The scene changes again. I'm on my back. The black eyed man is saying something then he disappears... A wave of fire engulfs my body... I scream in agony as loud as my lungs will allow. Seb Pov

I caught a glance at him. All I'd needed to do changed into investigating his eyes. If he stuck me, something horrific would happen. Something honestly horrific. Sparks of sadism have been like glittering gemstones in his eyes whilst he'd visible that collar attraction. I failed to realize what it intended, however, I knew it intended something to him. I knew that something scared me even greater than Doctor Great had. I had the sort of darkish fantasies maximum human beings best noticed of their nightmares either, as it intended I had numerous creativity to assume the worst viable outcome. I had an evil mind of being a sort of slave present to a vintage friend. I was heightened with the fee

"Kathy…'' I could make out his dark hair, his lean figure, and his substantial height... but I could not see his eyes. Oh, those eyes... I remember those eyes. I opened my mouth and tried to cry out but my voice was gone. "Kathy…" He was getting closer. My heart was racing in my chest as I tried to think of a way to escape. He was nearly in front of me now. I looked up and let out a silent scream of terror at what I saw; his eyes were white in colour and opalescent, but they seemed to hold the pain of ages long past and burdens too great for any one man to bear. They seemed to call me- no, beg me for something, but I could not understand what.

He stood before her, only covered in wavy, dark long hair and snug briefs. “Look at me.” His husky voice called her attention to his face. “There are some truth I can tell you,” his green eyes darkened, “but some I’d have to show you.” The turn began from the structure of his face, they seemed to break into a thousand pieces as they stretched. Then in a blink of an eye there was a beast in front of her. She leaped from her chair and fell to the ground. She screamed but it had no sound, her body was frozen in fright and her hands shook. There were no words to describe the deadly eyes of the animal that bore into hers. They glowed red in the dark with sharp teeth that drooled menacingly. Visco

dark in his eyes and jawline. Compared to Ross's golden boy look with blond hair and blue eyes, Edwards reminded me of the depths of the ocean — cold, dark, and eerily quiet. Like a monster lurking within reach, it only took one breath to turn someone into his prey. From his dark hair to the grimace that is permanently etched into his face, he gives off a feeling that makes everyone turn around.

It silenced my surroundings—forcing me into a bubble of deafness—and then the same images burst through—flashing rapidly like blinking lights of an ambulance—the lights—the lights grew brighter and brighter, scalding my eyes—-. NO! It’s happening agai—-wait. What’s that? Right before my eyes was a giant wolf, its fur of the blackest of nights—-it was staring at me, watching, observing, through a glass pane; its blue eyes glowing with a burning desire… for me. It wants me. Those eyes… blue… someone else I know has blue eyes…. Rum. My skull cracked open. A scream of pain and horror exploded from my lips—-and then I heard him.

“ Court!! Heh… “ He husked looking straight in my eyes as he gave a rough laugh stating it simple way he is hell angry and annoyed by my statement. His dark luminous eyes we’re giving a glare that was freezing my bones, like being nude in the middle of a hailstorm, where every chunk of ice was a frosted dagger cutting into my skin. They are so dark, giving a feeling like I am looking into an endless expanse of a midnight sky. Pure black. Dark and cold. Even if they seem scariest at this moment but couldn’t help to think, I had never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. Oh, God! Those are scary yet captivity, making me lose my breath and control. I couldn’t control myself to invade