Parasitic Eyes : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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I ripped off my eyelids, and my eyes screeched louder. I work as a scientist for the government in one of those secret facilities, and two weeks ago we received specimens of the oldest human remains ever discovered. Our task was to recreate their original shape. They gave us an unlimited budget and only cared about getting it done quickly.

We created a machine capable of reading DNA and printing out their assigned body parts. Each centimeter cost millions of dollars, yet the government made no fuss.

First his feet came out. We wouldn’t get to see exactly how the human body would look, as we wouldn’t get to see the environmental impacts on it. We’d get to see what a human looked like if a baby grew up in a vacuum. Despite this the skin under the foot was much thicker, and the toest looked taller, almost longer.

The quads, thighs, torso, chest, arms came out without any problem. Just an inch of body took the whole day, but I sat there watching it mesmerized until my body forced me away. This was my life’s work, and it seemed to be going smoothly, that was until we got past the nose.

I couldn’t wait to see how eyes looked back then, but the machine never created any. It didn’t create the holes in the skull for the eyes. It didn’t create the slightly loose skin, the eyelids, the eyelashes or the eyebrows. Instead it looked liked the forehead started early.

I remember asking myself if the machine had broken. There was no sign of it. We rechecked the supposed genes it was creating over and over, and we found no faults in the machine’s judgment. This was, without a doubt, how the humans of then looked.

I called somebody with higher clearance to tell me what I was looking at. It took less than an hour for the machine and the body to be taken away. Afterwards, they didn’t tell me anything about it. They acted as if it had never happened, and shortly after, I got threatened to never speak of it again, and was fired from my job.

The next night I couldn’t fall asleep. Images of the body kept contemplating my mind. My scientific mind tried to answer every mystery. I put in no conscious effort yet complicated theories as to what happened clouded my mind. I wrestled around in my bed for two hours until I decided to put off sleep.

I stood in front of the mirror staring at my own eyes, asking myself what are you? It was impossible for such a complex organ to develop over three hundred thousand years. The only reasonable theory was that it hadn’t.

I grabbed a knife and pointed it at my neck. I felt nothing. I pointed it towards my pupils and my brain sent out a thousand warning signals telling me to stop. It all made sense now. The knife plunged into my eyes.

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