White Eyed Child



I am a night guard at a shopping mall. Throughout the duration of my career, I've seen just about everything from attempted break ins to drug addicts getting into scuffles in their desperate attempts at replicating their first high. The point is none of these circumstances would've prepared me for what I would encounter one afternoon.

My wife decided to see her ailing mother and took our two kids with her. Because of my work schedule, I remained at home. I was sitting on the couch eating Rotisserie chicken when a sharp knock echoed from the front door.

I gazed at the clock seeing that it was 5 o'clock. It was getting dark and my wife already explained that they would be back by Sunday. For whatever reason, I came to the conclusion that it was some girl scout waiting too late to complete her quota on her cookie sales. Shrugging, I went to the door and opened it. There wasn't anything waiting for me on the other side of the door. I scratched my head in confusion, but I ultimately felt that it was just the wind playing tricks on me.

As I went to close the door, I couldn't help but feel that I was being watched sternly. My eyes instantly darted towards the site of my discomfort. My eyes widened in disbelief. A short boy, looking around 9 years old, was standing there solemnly. He had fair hair and skin complexion. Almost too fair if I may add because he seemed...almost translucent. He wore a grey, hooded sweatshirt. But most striking, the boy had completely white eyes. Not just because of his sclera, but it extended to his pupils. The eyes were as white as pure snow.

"How did you get in?" I asked "I don't remember letting you in."

My mind was assaulted by the boy's response. His voice was inhumanely loud and piercing. It was the sound of a dozen freight trains running down the train tracks at once only to suffer a large collision. His words were physically striking me in the form of bullets. The discussion despite the morbidity of it felt normal. We spoke of mundane subjects like football for what seemed to be hours. I don't recall when the strange boy left abruptly, but his final words to me were the most chilling.

"You'll be in a state of grief soon."

Shortly after his appearance, I received news that my wife and kids were killed in a freakish car accident that torn them to pieces. They were only recognizable by the clothes they were wearing. Thinking back on it, I don't remember that white-eyed boy moving his mouth to speak to me. Instead, it was more like he was transferring his thoughts into my mind. Whatever the case, his reason for appearing in my house was understandable.