Every day, the memory of that thing had tormented me. The thought of seeing it again caused me to take to washing myself outside using the hose, for Christ’s sake. My neighbors truly thought I’d lost it, over a childish fear I should have forgotten about long before then. It’s pathetic but… I don’t know how else I’d deal with it. If I’d go back into that bathroom something would happen. Something always happened if I entered that old room.
This is a fear I had when I was younger, you might have guessed. Every time I’d shower, I’d close my eyes to rinse my hair but quickly open them again because of this unnerving feeling that someone– something, was watching me. There, right behind the curtain, ready to attack. Ready to kill. I’d always close and lock the door, check under the sink, and still even after doing that, I still felt this nagging fear that whatever it was, was waiting for me to move the curtain… And if it was not there, it surely would be if I opened the door for the towel I had forgotten.
Well, I did grow out of that fear. There had definitely been some times where I WAS afraid, but for the most part, I’d known that no one was actually there. Until that is… Something fell, and I was sure it didn’t fall on it’s own. A shampoo bottle hit the wet floor behind me. I quickly turned, knowing that something as small as that bottle couldn’t fall off of such a sized surface as it did. Then again… I’d always been somewhat of a pussy.
I yelped and jumped forward, quickly turning to the curtain to see that there was no ominous shadow lurking just behind it. I turned again, to face the bottle. Maybe I’d elbowed it or something like that… I picked it up before lathering the liquid it contained in in my hair.
Just in case something was there, I tilted my head back so I wouldn’t have to close my eyes. It worked at first, but my neck started to ache and I quickly turned my head back up, shielding my eyes from the shampoo by placing my hand to my forehead, like I was saluting. It was very unsettling for me. I just moved out of my parents house and my girlfriend wasn’t home yet, and all I could hear was the running water and my own breath. I got the chills and felt like someone was breathing down my neck.
I tensed, gasping, and spun around, my heart skipping a beat or two. I let out a sigh of relief. Of course nothing was there.. The door was locked, was it not? I was overreacting, the water was probably just running cold.
I turned the handle a bit more so that I’d receive what little of the hot water was left, and this time, closed my eyes to rinse the shampoo out. My breathing seemed to be right beside me, like I was listening intently to my own lungs. I stopped breathing when I heard how close my own breath sounded… And slowly, opened my eyes.
I was actually surprised to see something, because I was expecting the worst, and the worst never really showed itself to me. I jumped back and slipped, pulling the curtain with me to reveal a dreadful face that still haunts me… It was no longer just a thought, it was real. It’s teeth were showing,yellowed, pointed teeth. It had no lips. They looked as though they were ripped off along with the eyelids. The flesh thinned around the eyes, giving the creature, or person, a look of alertness. The eyes were small but wide, like the contorted grin it held so tightly onto it’s face. The face looked forcefully pulled back, like it was about to rip. I’d felt the feeling shortly before many times, like someone was behind me while I was at the computer… Like someone was in my room, hiding in the dark. It leaves me wondering now that if every time I feel that… I feel it for the same reason I had felt it then.
The creature lunged at me.
“You can’t close your eyes!” It screeched, pulled me up and allowing the blood from it’s ‘mouth’ to drip onto my cheek. ”Only if it be for sleep, eternal sleep! Never ending sleep!”
I was shocked and terrified, this did not seem like the type of beast to speak the English language. Or to speak it as much as it was, as clearly and as loud as it was. It sounded like the voice was inside of my head, nipping at my mind. It was laughing manically as it spoke.
“You can’t close your eyes!” I stared, horrified at it. I didn’t understand what it was trying to tell me, if it was going to hurt me. I prayed to God that this thing wouldn’t hurt me.
“What are you!? What the hell do you mean!?”
“NOT WITH THEM! THEY KNOW WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES!” It screamed and I quickly covered my ears. The sound wasn’t muffled at all. “WE TAKE THEM!! YOU CANNOT LIVE IF YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES. THEY WILL KILL YOU IF YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES.”
I was completely still at this point, too scared to move. The creature was too close and it looked worse than a living nightmare. By that time, one side of my face was covered in the blood of this… Thing.
“Can’t sleep! Never truly sleep with open eyes! You lose your sanity with opened eyes!” God. I just wanted to look away from that thing. I shouldn’t have thought about seeing something like this in the first place, maybe then this wouldn’t have happened. The water was as cold as ice now.
It opened it’s mouth to speak again, but I passed out, waking again in the same place I last was. On the floor of the bathtub, the blood completely washed from my cheek by the falling water. I slowly sat up, looking around and rubbing my head. My ass hurt from the fall.
I got dressed and wandered into the living room, where my girlfriend sat, watching TV on the couch.
“Hey honey,” She turned to me and smiled. She had a weird expression on her face, a bit weirder than the normal one. “You were in the shower for three hours, didn’t the cold water bother you?”
I smiled back. I couldn’t really tell her what happened, she’d think I was crazy. Not only that but… She tended to believe crazy people, and I didn’t want to be believed. I wanted to be told, “You’re crazy.” At least then I could tell myself that it never happened.
“No, it was fine. You’re home early?” I tilted my head quizzically at her, because it was only six in the afternoon. Normally she got home at seven.
“Of course, I quit. I got a better job offer and I took it, whatever’s best for our future kid, you know?” She looked back at the TV nervously and continued smiling, before speaking again. “I saw something strange in the shower last night.”
Her words made my breathing stop and very quickly, I ran over and sat next to her. She retreated a bit. “Did you!? Did you hear something too!?”
“Y-yeah, I know it’s crazy, but… It told me, right as I closed my eyes, not to do that exact thing. Crazy, right? Pretty sure I was sleeping. I almost fell out of bed when I woke up, and I probably did before then. When I woke up I had a gigantic bruise on my leg.”
That explained it, now that I thought about it. I had to carry her to bed one night, I thought she blacked out and fell asleep during her shower. She hadn’t been eating a lot lately so that was the only thing I thought could have happened. Who just falls asleep in a shower?
“You weren’t dreaming! I saw it too.”
“O-oh no,” I could tell that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. “What should we do?”
“We’ll look for a new place tomorrow, or we can stay with our parents. We can’t do a lot tonight, all we can do is sleep. I was thinking about turning in, three hours sleeping in a shower definitely wasn’t enough for me.”
Later on, after having more conversation, we decided to go to bed. I couldn’t sleep that night, so I laid under the covers, thinking about what had happened until the sun rose, peeking through the window.
What I’d move the covers to find sleeping next to me the next morning would scar me for life. My girl, eyes open, eyelids gone. When I saw her I screamed and threw over the covers, covering my eyes and backing up into the wall. It took me a couple seconds to realize it was her.
“LAUREN!!” I screamed, staring at her. She slowly sat up before going to rub her eyes.
“DON’T!! GET OUT OF BED, DON’T TOUCH YOUR EYES!” Obviously, she was confused. She shook her head and stood, walking up to the bathroom.
“Come on, I’m sure the ‘sleep dust’ isn’t that bad–” There was a sudden silence. Then, a scream. “I CAN’T CLOSE MY EYES!! THEY’RE GONE!!” She ran out, panicking. The tear ducts were severed and so she had no chance of crying over it. I then understood what the creature was warning us of.
I couldn’t get her to the hospital without her throwing punches and biting me. She only insisted that she stay inside and that I buy her eye drops for her eyes. She couldn’t sleep. She only whimpered and tossed, and turned, restless. It was a horrible thing to witness, her in such pain. She was tired constantly. She refused to shower, she refused to be in a room alone. She was terrified every moment of every day, and with her, I stayed awake too. If I’d sleep I knew the same would happen to me. I couldn’t let her see me like that.
One day when I returned home from the store, I heard water running, and whimpering. I opened the door and dropped the bag, staring. She had cut her lips off and carved her entire mouth out into a twisted smile.
“I know you only wanted to see me smile. And now I can smile just like I see, without anything hiding it. We always see while we sleep, you know.” She turned to me, eyes blood shot, her face covered in her own blood. “Closed eyes only prevent that. Maybe tonight you can sleep with your eyes opened too, like them.” Slowly, she pointed to the wall. It was covered with newspaper clippings, all with familiar, lifeless faces; alert eyes and with stitched smiles.
In the following three months, over 56 people were found dead due to lack of sleep or excessive blood loss. All had been missing their eyelids, and had mouths that had been replaced by grotesque smiles. All 56 corpses were found three hours dead in the shower, water running cold. The supposed “Killer” has yet to be caught. His location is unknown.
“WE NEVER KNOW THAT WE DIE
ONLY THAT WE SLEEP”
Credit To: Flirtatious Bus Driver