Officer Jamison slammed a document on the table. "What did I just read?" He roared, "I thought you said that you would explain to me why these mysterious deaths and disappearances are occurring. But, instead you're wasting my precious time having me read dumb internet stories!"

"They're not as dumb as you might think," replied Mr. Jekyll in a calm manner, "besides you only read one, and it didn't take you that long to read it."

Now, Officer Jamison is usually a cool, collected man; but, today is different. Last night, there was an extremely high number of the aforementioned disappearances and mysterious deaths. And now, a man claiming to be from the Abdera Corporation (a scientific institute that he had never heard of before), appears to be wasting his precious time that could be better spent finding answers with a scary story that looks like some sort of blog post. "Okay, fine," said Officer Jamison, relenting, "I'll play your little game for now. However, you said you would explain all of the mysterious deaths and disappearances; but, this story, 'The Inanimates', at the very most explains the disappearances and the frozen corpses. What about the ones that had an emotional overload?"

Mr. Jekyll perked up, "I was hoping you'd ask!" He then passes Officer Jamison another printed blog post, "Here, this will answer your question. It's even a little shorter than the last one. "




Greetings, my name is Victor Smouse, and I was a respectable member of the community and my business... ...though, I guess it was all mask for my guilt within. Allow me to explain.

It all started one day at work, I was writing an important document when a large eye opened on the screen. At least, I thought it was on the screen. I minimized the window, but the eye remained. I turned off the monitor, its Gaze still fixed on me.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"An eye for an eye. An eye for an eye. An eye..." it said without ceasing.

Suddenly, memories of things I wish I could've forgotten flooded into my mind. And the guilt from those events came back with a more intense feeling than if they were just passing thoughts. It was at this point I realized that the eye's Gaze was of one who was judging someone.

The pain of my guilt was becoming unbearable. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Its Gaze was fixed on me and mine glued to it. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, it left. And I was left in my office, gasping for breath. I can't describe the pain I felt; it was mental yet, physical? Whatever it was it was unnatural.

At the end of the day, I went home and had a quiet night. Actually, I had a quiet month. Then, one night, in my house, the eye opened in front of me in the hall, larger than before. It just stared blankly at me. After a few seconds I began to turn to leave; but then, its pupil contracted and the eye became bloodshot as it shouted that vengeful phrase "an eye for an eye." Then, smaller eyes opened around me screaming with pain. I recognized the eyes, with all these memories flooding back, I remembered them. They were each an eye from every person I ever harmed, wronged, or disappointed. The screaming, shouting, intense guilt, and then a sudden piercing pain in my left eye, it was just too much for me to handle.

I died alone that night, my mind so filled with remorse that it couldn't live with itself any more. In about ten minutes, the police arrived to find my lifeless body with no physical cause of death, except... ...my left eye was nowhere to be seen.



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