Horror Short Stories - Chapter 25
We didn’t live in Leipzig for long, but we started to get accustomed to living in the big city. Our new apartment was fully furnished and my wife started to befriend all the neighbours. Although we didn’t have money for much luxury, we loved our new home. Life here was hectic, true, but it wasn’t to the point, where I couldn’t handle it anymore. Over all we lived pretty happy. The only thing that kept lurking in our minds like a parasite draining our life force was the accident. Because of my amnesia, about the time where it happened, no details could be made clear. The only thing we knew by the police investigations was that I drove, with full intention and full speed, into the crash barrier. A possible reason for my behaviour could not be found.
I know, that my wife isn’t questioning me, because nothing major happened and I, myself am full of doubts towards myself. And even though I know she believes in me, sometimes I can still see my doubts reflected in her eyes.
But even with such deadweight on our souls, we live happy together in this new environment and struggle through our daily live as a family.
Then on the 01.09.2018 the glasshouse, we call family, became another crack.
I was in the city till late at night, because my company was giving an anniversary celebration. By the time I was going to get back home, public transportation was only going so sparsely that I decided to sober up by walking home. It was around a half an hour walk, but it didn’t bother me at all. I liked getting some fresh air after I drank a bit. The streets were almost empty and only the street lights accompanied my journey. I had to walk east and go through the Eisenbahnstrae, a rather controversial street. While there are frequent occasions of shootings or knifings, most of Leipzig’s residents say that the street is pretty peaceful over all. As long, as one doesn’t get involved with the local gangs, there lies no danger in the street. Cases of normal citizens being target of those situations are almost unheard of.
Even so, nobody can deny the abstract danger of the area. Being new in the city, I still felt a bit uncomfortable. I felt watched since I entered. Thinking about the detour I would have to take, when I wanted to avoid the street, I still walked further. By the time, I was so deep within the area that turning back would be downright stupid, the feeling of being watched intensified. A never known paranoia was starting to strangle me, robbing me of the fresh air. What I inhaled was feeling like the not existing smog of the city. Eyes on my feet and concentrating on taking one step after another, I still managed to push forward, without starting to run. Sometime, I couldn’t tell when, the feeling of being observed was getting so dominant in my brain, that I had to turn my head and look behind me. I only took a glimpse behind me, but I was sure, to see a shadow, a shadow creeping up on me. When my brain digested the information the uncomfortable feeling inside me turned into fear. I knew this street was safe for normal citizens, I knew; but still a fear devoid of all logic started to form.
It almost felt as if the city herself was the one watching me, but more glimpses behind me disproved that with a more than clear human shadow. I got nervous and at some point, a total illogical rage to survive devoid of any reason, made my mind go blank for a time. At the next intersection, my body acted on its own. I went into a relatively remote alley and turned around, waited. By the time, that the human shadow appeared at the intersection, creepily illuminated, by the light of a streetlight, something broke in me. I was feeling deadly terror, by being hunted. I didn’t think about my next actions. Animalistic Instincts took over me. I attacked. Fighting for my survival, I didn’t notice, my hands getting wet by fresh, warm blood. Once the Resistance of the shadow was broken, I escaped like a frightened animal. Somewhere I heard a laugher echoing through the night, then a voice that came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time whispered terrifyingly:” Silly boy.. hihihi” The feeling of being watched didn’t disappear. On the contrary, it manifested even more in my brain. My whole being could only think about the eyes looking over me. I got out of that sinister street, but the eyes looking didn’t disappear. I ran home, but even when I was safely at home and in bed; I couldn’t get rid of the feeling of being watched by evil eyes. I cried myself to sleep, but welcomed it. I knew nightmares where awaiting me, still they would be better than that feeling of being constantly watched with evil intent.
