Serial Saturday: [Horror]I’m Watching You #4

A Sinister SixGood morning! This week it has actually snowed in the UK. I know it’s nothing in comparison to what’s going on in Chicago and other places down at -30c (which is ridiculous, by the way), but even a light dusting of snow is exciting over here! I’m not sure how my wheelchair will cope with going up and down my ramp when i come to leave the house later today, but that’s a problem for later.

Right now, I have another instalment from I’m Watching You. Last time, MIKE had gone to work to try to get some sanity back in his life. Unfortunately, it hasn’t helped, and he is still seeing the disembodied eye which is beginning to make him worry.

You can read the first part HERE or the most recent part HERE. Now on to today…

 

Mike screwed his eyes shut.

“More gravy than grave, more gravy than grave,” he chanted to himself. He was not prepared to accept what his eyes appeared to be telling him. He opened his eyes and was not surprised to find that the eye was still there, staring out across the garage.

Mike took two deep breaths before moving again, across the garage towards the far wall and the eye. As he approached it, the pupil slowly revolved to follow him. He zig zagged his way across the garage, watching as the eye followed every step. When he was within touching distance, Mike stopped. From this distance he could see the eye clearly; tiny veins crossed the white sclera, connecting with the pupil, which contracted, causing Mike to shudder. Slowly, he reached out, his index finger extended.

“More gravy than grave, more gravy than grave,” he said as he stretched out a tentative finger. He stopped several centimetres away from the – well, whatever the hell it was. On further assessment of the situation, Mike withdrew his hand and pulled out a spanner from his belt which he flipped over in his hand. He reached it towards the eye.

That was when it blinked.

Mike dropped the spanner and it clanged several times before coming to rest.

“You alright out there?” Hank shouted from beneath the Honda.

“Yes.” Mike managed to keep his voice steady. “Just a bloody spanner, calm down.”

“Alright buddy. I don’t think I’m the one that needs to calm down. Give me ten minutes to finish this off, and we’ll call it a night.”

“Yes, sorry mate.” Mike was still looking at the eye. It blinked again. He could feel his heart racing, could hear it thundering in his ears. He was surprised that Hank hadn’t heard it as well. His mouth hung open, and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he bent to retrieve the spanner. The eye followed his motion as he bent and then stood upright again; Mike didn’t let it out of his sight as his hand fumbled across the floor until he found the spanner. When his fingers closed on it, he stood straight up and thrust the spanner towards the eye. It clanged as it struck the brick wall. The eye remained, open and staring. He tapped the spanner to the eye twice more, each time the spanner struck the wall, each time with a metal-on-brick clink.

“You alright mate?”

Mike spun around at Hank’s question, his breath exploding from his body; he hadn’t even realised he had been holding it.

“Wh-what?” he stuttered.

“I asked you if you were alright,” Hank said, walking over to his friend. He put a hand on Mike’s arm. “Are you, buddy?”

“Yes,” he shook his head. “No. I’m not sure.” He dropped the spanner again and cupped his face in both hands. “What do you see there, Hank?” He hiked a thumb over his shoulder, then returned the hand to his face. He heard Hank step around him.

“I see…” he paused, “I see Sindy, twenty two, from Basingstoke, although I very much doubt that’s her name and if she’s twenty two, then I’m a monkey’s uncle.”

“Nothing else? Not the calendar.” Mike remained with his back to the wall, his hands over his face.

There was another pause as Hank studied the featureless wall. His eyes lingered on Sindy for a touch longer than was necessary. After about thirty seconds or so, he scratched his head and turned to Mike.

“Nothing mate. Sindy and her two friends. What am I looking for?”

“Nothing?” Mike’s question sounded like he was pleading. Please see something.He removed his hands from his face and turned around. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the light, then stepped towards the wall. He could see nothing where the eye had been. He placed the palm of his hand against the wall. His throat felt constricted, and he drew in a ragged breath.

“Why don’t you head off home, mate? I can lock up here.” Hank placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, but Mike shrugged it off.

“Yeah, okay. I think I need an early night.” He bent down to collect the spanner, but Hank reached for his arm when he brought it up.

“It’s alright. I’ll take care of it. You get off.”

Mike stared at his friend for a moment. Does he think I’ve lost it?He released the spanner and it clanged back to the floor. Without speaking, he turned and walked over to the door where he plucked his coat from a peg. Slipping it on, he walked out of the garage, out of the yard, and turned up the street.

When he heard Hank shouting, he stopped and looked back.

“Don’t you want your car?” Hank stood at the end of their yard waving a set of car keys.

Mike stared back for a moment, before turning and walking away. The walk would probably do him good. Fresh air was the tonic he needed. The car would be there in the morning.

“I’ll hold on to them, shall I?” Hank shouted after him, but Mike had already gone.

 

That’s it for today! I will have more for you next week. If you want to read the whole story now, along with several other similar stories, you can still get A Sinister Six for just 99p by clicking the image over to the right (or below if you’re on mobile). This is one of my favourite stories that I have written, I hope you are enjoying it as much as i did writing it!

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