Yvonne Glanville
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Empty Eyes
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Big round empty eye sockets stared back at me. I scanned the mirror to see if I could recognize the rest of the face, but I couldn't see anything beyond the empty eye sockets. I could never get beyond the vast darkness of the holes. I was scared the first time I saw the empty sockets, but as time has pushed on, I've become more curious about the darkness. Now I stare intently into the abyss, hopeful that the void will welcome me home and that I will be sucked through the sockets. Maybe they're a portal. I stand and stare in the mirror every day.
By Yvonne Glanvilleabout a year ago in Horror
Dream Guide
Sleeping had become a problem for her. She kept waking up terrified at around 3 am never sure where she was. Night after night she'd spring from a deep sleep, feeling like her body was being sucked through an old-timey keyhole. Each time this happened she’d do a quick survey of the room her eyes scouring the walls, grasping to recognize anything in the blackness. Her eyes always adjusted slowly adding to the terror. She'd suddenly snap back into reality and she’d recognize her room. The walls were bare except for a dream catcher her father had received in the mail from an indigenous tribe out west as thanks for his donation. She thought it was supposed to stop the scary dreams. Each time this played out she felt that she’d been on some journey through space. She couldn’t figure out where she’d been or why she was so terrified but she knew she wasn’t getting a good night’s sleep and 5 o’clock was around the corner. She’d have a long day at a job that was becoming more difficult by the minute. Actually, the job itself wasn’t difficult it was the feeling that she wasn’t doing what she was supposed to be doing that was difficult. It paid the bills and she did the job well. She was respected by her colleagues and she had made friends at work but the nagging feeling that she was supposed to be doing something more or different played out regularly in her non-travel dreams.
By Yvonne Glanville2 years ago in Fiction
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