Eyes

Officer Blake's eyes narrowed as he stared at the young man he was questioning, a look of disbelief already etched on his face. Danny Mortan's tale was so outlandish that it seemed impossible to be true. Uncertain if he had heard correctly, he asked Danny to repeat himself.

Danny's hands shook uncontrollably, his body trembling with a fear that seemed to consume him. He huddled deeper into his wooden chair as if trying to disappear. With a quivering voice, he began his tale once more.

Darla and Stanley Lyles's parents were going out of town for the weekend, leaving home to the twins. So, the twins decided to throw a party, meticulously planning every detail. Of course, they invited Lee Cox, Janet Dupree, Roy Bell, and Leslie Rhodes, among many of the other popular kids.

The twins met with Lee, Janet, Roy, and Leslie to discuss the venue for their party. We made playlists, bought food, and used fake IDs to purchase beer. The girls were in charge of decorations while we guys did the heavy moving and lifting.

The party would be on Saturday night; the seven of us had finalized any details before the big shindig on Friday night. After a few drinks, Roy pulled out a bag of weed with some pills, and we all got a damn good buzz going.

While stoned out of our gourds, one of the girls brought up Lialda Mayers. I don’t know what was precisely said next or who said what; I was so frelling wasted, but what it amounted to was that we were tired of Lialda always trying to be something she wasn’t, the rumor spreading snitch that she was. We wanted Lialda to come to the party, and we had a massive surprise for her.

The party started usually enough. All the dope kids showed up. The party was a raging mass of hormones; kids danced and drank. People talked about how it was the best rave in a long time. Then, Lialda showed up.

She showed up in the plainest, ugliest army green dress. She tried to talk to everyone, but people just stared at her, disgusted at how she looked. Then, sometime during the evening, she finally made it over to the patio, where our little surprise was set up.

Lee and Leslie cut the ropes, holding everything in place. It was beautiful, majestic, and awe-inspiring, but it was also dreadful—the stupidest thing we ever did in our lives. It’s hard to describe, but I’ll try.

Oil of all kinds and brands, the vilest bottle brew we could mix, gushed out from above and saturated Lialda. She was midstep, so when her foot came down, she slipped and started sliding. As if watching her slip on ice, it was. She landed on her but and had some trouble getting up. Everyone was laughing at this point. It was a comical sight, after all. Or so it seemed.

Something snapped in her at that moment when everyone was laughing. Suddenly, she stood straight up, with no problems, and rushed the nearest person to her. Good Lord, how many of us she killed, I don’t know. She was so fast and agile. It was like one of those scary movies where the creature is supernaturally quick. She was jumping on people and biting them in the face, neck, or shoulders, gouging out eyeballs with her hands, and breaking necks, too. She was so strong, too. But the moment I knew we were in trouble, the actual moment, was when she stood up and looked at everyone. All I could focus on was white—the white of her eyes.

Officer Harry Blake just continued to stare at the young man. He couldn't grasp how a geeky skinny girl of 4'11" could kill so many athletic young kids.