The Eyes

The Eyes

There are eyes in the night sky and they’re watching me every night. 

What have I done to attract their gaze? Or am I just unfortunate enough to have noticed whilst everyone else just continues to shuffles through their lives? 

I think they’ve hidden behind the moon until now or maybe whatever cosmic creature they belong to has just gotten close enough for them to not look like stars now… but if that’s the case, how big is this being? Why are they staring at us  at all times? 

What does it want with this planet? 

I feel my own eyes looking up every night, searching for them again and again, as if I’m trying to tell myself they’re not there anymore. But now that I’ve noticed… it’s hard to forget. 

I suppose I could be simply going mad but my mind is not a terrible thing to lose. At least when that thing arrives (not if, when), I’ll be blissfully ignorant of the worlds destruction. 

Though… maybe I could spare myself from a painful end? Finish it quickly before that unknown god judges this planets inhabitants… I should take myself to the roof… on a cloudless night, make sure it can see me do it.

But then what if that means nothing?

But then… what is a human to a god? An ant to a human? No… I’ll just have to pretend I’m, no…we’re not being watched and keep my eyes to the ground.

The inspiration for this very short story is recently I have noticed two objects in the night sky that seem to me to resemble the glowing eyes of some massive being in space because of their position in relation to each other. 

So I wondered how the discovery of that being by a regular person would affect them. 

While writing this I felt like it could get very dark very quickly and so actually scaled back on where it was going. 

Can you tell I’ve been reading/listening to a lot of Lovecraftian stories this year?