The Viewer

The Veiwer

By P C P {IAN}

It Started with a poem.

I found it on a walk in the evening after an argument with my parents. I was finally alone and I was greatful. I needed this. My parents did not want me to go out. they wanted me to be lectured. i didn't need their shit. I was finally with only me. i walked down an older road that led to a hiking trail in the mountains. i didn't see the small peice of paper until  i made it to the trail. It was yellowed in a way the paper should not have been with out someone noticing it. it was stained and aged. i picked it up in my situation of freedom and read.

He who comes to see the sights He whos being is a might no one knows when he follows leading the young to the hollows

I almost laughed when i read the phrases printed. it was just a bunch of meaningless phrases that meant nothing to me.

One Month Later i was out again, this time much later at night. It had become a routine for me. each time i stepped further into the woods to the oblivion inside. i had no idea why i was going but i did.

I eventually found the peice of a poem in my room and consulted it. it seemed weird that it as kind of like my situation.

At midnight the next night i took my secret walk into the forest and idled there as i searched in to the night for "he". at first i saw nothing. then at 3 a.m. i saw something. In the non-navgatible brush to the west the were a pair of Large ominous white eyes. i wasn't sure if they glowed or were reflecting light but it was certain that they lit the sillouete of the figure that they belonged to. i could only see the sillouete so most of his details remained hidden. i could tell that he was tall and had a mane of animal like hair accross the scalp. but this figure was human, or at least humanoid. I attempted to run but had not realized that i had gone limp waist down. the only movement that occured was the buckling of my knees. i fell and stared out to the pair of eyes in the distance. my vision became clouded and the veiwing figure slowly closed his eyes. as soon as his eyelids shut the forest was shrouded inn darkeness and i could barely see my own hands. the figure had seemingly disapeared and i was alone. I leaned against the trunk of a tree and helplessly took large breaths. I was stuck. i Had to wait till morning before anyone would come looking for me.

i waited.

and waited.

When it happened.

The eyes reopened no less than three feet away from me. my blood froze and my heart stopped. Its Eyes Met mine and it grabbed my shirt and breathed heavily. Noxious fumes rolled out of its mouth and my vision faded.

It eagerly stared as I passed.

He who comes to see the sights He who's being is a might

no one knows when he follows leading the young to the hollows