Horror Short story Audiobook Demo
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when the blinding first occurred, I thought I was the only individual affected. I was sitting at my desk working on a school paper and in an instant everything went black. I cried out to my parents and fear and confusion, but their responses was like an echo of my own. They too couldn't see and we soon learned that the entire world had been victim to their site being filled with darkness. Interestingly though, we don't think this affected any of the animals living on earth just as humans. The only strange thing that occurred after was the fact that the demand for milk had skyrocketed at first adapting was extremely difficult, something as mundane and simple as using the bathroom had become a daily challenge. It I never looked forward to it Within a few months. Support groups have been created by individuals who were already blind. Prior to the incident. They, they assisted those who were struggling with adapting to their new found obstacle. Thankfully the world never really seemed to stop moving or progressing outside of major adjustments that had to be made, such as devising a different mode of transportation or different requirements and standards for the working world. We managed to pull through. It's been about two years since the blinding and there were times where I had forgotten such an event occurred. I was taking a walk to the store to get some groceries. I don't know why, but I've developed an almost dependency like state on milk. I had gripped the handle on the door to the small grocery store and pushed the door open. A bell was hung in the inside of the handle. Door. Hello, let me know if you need anything. A voice said to my right. Thanks, Dave. I will! I responded. Hey john, how have you been? He asked, with a somewhat enthusiastic tone. With a somewhat slow pace. I walked around the store, feeling along the braille to determine if I had found my item pretty much the same, I said, with a bit of a chuckle. My hand had touched something cold. Finally found the milk. As I was about to open the door, I could see my reflection in the rectangle shaped window of the cooler. I wasn't entirely sure how to react, nor was I sure what had happened. I was looking at myself in a mirror for the first time in two years. I started shaking and I could feel warmth and moisture filling my eyes. I noticed writing on the reflection itself. I was so excited I hadn't even noticed. In fact, most of the interior was covered in this riding. When I looked a little closer, I could finally see the message. Don't tell them. You can see. I then caught a glimpse of an individual standing behind the counter at the store two. Do you need some help, buddy? It asked. It had David's voice, but it definitely wasn't Dave, and the way it's mouth moved was hideous. I was staring at something that was at least six ft tall. Grotesque. And Eldridge was the only way I could describe it. It's dark brown skin was smooth and moist with extremely tiny openings in its skin. It wasn't wearing any type of clothing. Its arms were somewhat long and thin looking appendages that ended in human looking hands. Its head was shaped like a large basketball. It wasn't wearing any type of clothing. Its arms were somewhat long and thin looking appendages that ended in human looking hands. Its head was shaped like a large basketball. The creature's mouth looked to be in a vertical position and when it spoke I could see many layers and rows of crocodile like teeth. Here is gone. Let me come help. Its voice had changed as well. It was gurgled and sounded like it was being put through a filter as it moved. I could hear it squish against the floor. That's the first time I've ever heard that. Why was I just hearing it? Instead of gaping at the reflection and trying to ascertain how it walks. I simply stared at the jug of milk. That's when I noticed the color of the milk. It wasn't white or brown or any color of milk should be. It was dark black. As the creature grew closer. A foul smell harassed my nostrils. It took everything. I had not to vomit. It reached out with its human like appendage and touched my shoulder. My entire body tensed up. We're having a lot of different specials on milk today, it said, and I could see its mouth open wide behind my head with what I can only assume was a smile.