You know, it's very stupid but I couldn't help getting positively shit scared at 9 in the night all alone listening to creepy classical music writing this.
Very bloody scared.
Well, this story is just an expansion of a concept I came up with. Being, what happens when even God's eyes and attention have left a place. What fills the gap when you're presence isn't big enough. I imagined what it must be like being the only person for thousands of miles and the only one aware of what is happening. Kind of like, if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around does it make a noise?
But not with trees, just with creepy dead bodies. (Oh and yay, I got a word processor so no more spelling mistakes
!! Tell me what you think of it, it's not long and I do so appreciate comments)
I hope you get scared! (Oh yes, I plan to fatten it up later on, but I just want to see what you think of the horror element. I know the last paragraph is just an easy way out to save me writing a decent ending sorry!!)
Chilling
I can not do this for any longer. I can not look at these people, before all this and before the passage of time they were cold and unmoving. Their faces were not faces they were inanimate objects and I did not once fear my weakening like this.
I always held the conviction that a dead body was a dead body.
But now I am forced to question this, I stare at her eyes and they stare back, I swear upon my very life that they stare back. They are cold and they frighten me.
They frighten me more than anything else.
I am ridden with fear as we all sail endlessly towards this thing. None of us know what it is, but we all know that it is there and nothing is the same any more and worst of all I do not fear just what is dead but I slowly fear what may be alive.
The notion is absolutely terrifying but nonetheless, the notion is there.
Out there beyond the decks, and possibly even on the ship itself I fear there may be activity and not just crashing waves that threaten the ship's integrity and safety.
I do so fear what may be out there.
And I do so fear what I see outside as well.
I see her eyes.
She was a worker on the ship, as an entertainer I suppose, and for some reason much to our horror she found herself impaled against some railing and this railing fell against the outer wall of this room. And her face has been pressed up against the window ever since we got in here.
And Jesus she frightens us.
She frightens me.
She is just a dead body but maybe she is not just a dead body. Maybe she is more? Maybe she is responsible for the noises and scratches only I hear.
Oh God, whys is it only me that hears them?
Oh God, Oh God you have no idea.
You have no idea what I see in my head when I shut my eyes, and how it might very much be real. How it might at this very moment be staring at me as I write this! Her blue eyes follow me, I swear and they scare me so much!
And you have no idea what has happened here, and if through some bloody mystery that you can find us, then I shall tell you.
We are the crew of SS Salinger, and she was sent out, along with us on her, to carry a large shipment of oil to scientific rig in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. We are no longer anywhere near there. I believe from the temperature we are venturing North or maybe South but either way we are in colder waters.
The ship happens to be lingering slowly towards a large lump of desolate land that we have located through GPS and sonar. We know it is there, even inside of us we can all feel it, but what scares us most is that the GPS is clearly malfunction for it is telling us it is Madagascar!
My pink and runny nose stand as testament to how untrue this must be.
We are all huddled up, and desperately attempting to keep the fire functioning. No one wants to get up any more and rightly so. We have been battling against the cold stare of the dead woman and the battlegrounds is our spirit, we fight to not be afraid, we fight to maintain that half of the room with which her gaze is focused despite unspeakable and unreasonable terror that we experience if we venture there.
Needless to say we are losing, the fire is more or less near the middle and no one dare risk getting up and wandering anywhere near that icicle of a corpse!
And certainly not to get up and suddenly realise that she has shifted her stare and focus right at you.
Well this is my fear anyway.
For it is I that fears her gaze most of all, for it is I that does not sleep for it is I that is and always has been on guard duty at night time.
And it is I that sits there squeamishly in terror, clutching a torch and a Russian copy of a Bible, listening to those sounds of scratching and wailing outside.
Jesus I am so afraid.
Once, just once, I got up despite the woman's gaze and in attempt to deal with my terror I walked up to her and stared at her, there was frost all over her face and her eyes were bloodshot as if she was crying before death. I would look past her to see our situation but knowing her eyes fell upon my cheek and face in such proximity scared me.
I would convince myself out of fear that maybe when I wasn't looking her eyes would jump all over my face to examen it and assess me. And when I looked back they'd be dead still again.
I don't like going over these memories again, but I fear insanity if I look at her once more without ironing out some of these problems.
No one talks any more so this is my last resort.
I will update you on our situation in a few days.
What can I do?
Oh God, there must be some way, some fucking way out of this bloody room.
Jesus, fucking Christ.
There is something outside. I saw it, and I think it saw me. I don't know, I don't know. How can it see me? It shouldn't be real, yet it saw me. And just like how I swore that the girl's eyes can stare back I swear now and forever that it saw me.
It shook itself from the cold, like a wet dog or cat, and then it looked up. I felt my very heart go cold and my body go still.
I could not move, I just remember it, I just remember that I had had the courage to attempt to wedge open the door against the debris and despite the terrible wind and cold I did manage to do it and look out.
For a second I saw nothing but the deadly familiar deck littered with snow but then against the snow I saw it like something from the depths of ocean it was so alien. I can not describe it because it is unlike anything ever recorded or described in history and I just...
I...
I should calm down, my writing has gone terrible, I can not read it any more.
I feinted after that, and when I woke up, or became aware, I found myself in the furthest corner of our small room jammed up against the walls clutching them in a desperate attempt to stay as far away from the door as possible.
It is unlike anything ever described in any book ever before.
It was horror incarnate for just a moment I think it looked at me, I think it turned it's head and looked at me.
How ridiculous, the way it shook, the way it looked at me but it did!!
It shook itself on the spot and it's eyes moved and stared into my eyes.
It's motion gave it away, a dead body against red painted walls and it turned and it looked at me!
How can a dead body do that!
And now the gaze of that woman up against the window has now become more of an object of absolute terror than I could ever imagine. How I am sane I do not know...
Well I doubt my sanity, but how am I even functioning with basic motor skills still is beyond me...
The thought and image of her head turning slowly...
Oh God! My mind is cruel, I can even hear the sounds of her neck bones clicking.
That fucking bitch!
I once heard that a person's soul is in their eyes.
I now believe it, for the body was dead, but it's eyes looked at me. They moved, even from a distance I sensed them turn in their dead and lifeless sockets and stare at me!
I felt it upon my very skin!
And I will get off this boat. Even if it means death, I will not allow myself to become that!
My eyes lifeless and roaming my field of vision to catch some poor soul.
I will not allow it.
I must face my fear.
Tomorrow I am going to wedge that fucking door open, I will rip it off it's hinges if I must because in here I am merely a sitting duck sitting in terror of that corpse and any longer I will simply go fucking mad!
Jesus...
It just shook, so much like a dead body would. I can not explain it, if motion could ever seem organic but still dead then this was it.
I do not want to know what will happen now that it looked at me.
Maybe the dead have plans for me?
Either way, I will die or get off this ship before they can do anything about it.
But first of all, and what an obstacle, I must survive this night.
Report 312: I invested the SS Salinger, it was a chilling experience, after it crashed up on very southern shores some natives reported it. It was odd, the metal and wood gave signs of expansion and contraction due to extremely cold weather but it could not have strayed more than a few miles off course and winded up in Madagascar. Most bizarre of all, was where this note was found, despite belonging to a engineer on the ship who managed to survive whatever initial catastrophe there was and with a few other survivors clamber into some room or chamber on deck for shelter, the note was found being clutched in the hands of a dead, (peculiarly frost-bitten), body. The body was female and she was accompanied by a full two score of other dead bodies all who died of trauma and impact but were oddly all pressed up against the outside walls of the room. We had a good deal prying them out of the way since they were all firmly wedged up against it and well, it was a chilling experience all in all. Very chilling.
