The Devil in My Eyes Part 1

I have nightmares. Very graphic, vivid, terrifying nightmares. I have decided to combine a few of them together & write a novel. I am going to share  part 1 of an excerpt from this novel. Part 2 will be shared on Halloween, so keep your eyes open for it!!

Warning: This post contains mature, graphic content. Some might find disturbing or offensive. Read at your own discretion.

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping. I laid on my queen size bed, staring at the ceiling, noticing the faint sunlight leaking behind the black-out curtains hanging on my window. I looked over at the big red numbers glowing on my alarm clock. 5:30.
“Ugh” I grunted as I rolled over and covered my head with the quilt my grandmother made me. I contemplated going back to sleep, since I still had an hour before I had to get ready for work. I decided that falling back asleep would probably just make me feel even groggier, so I watched an episode of Supernatural instead.
Before going to work I decided to stop at Sheetz and get a pumpkin latte. I would have much rather had one from Starbucks, but since I live in a very rural area, and the closest Starbucks is over 56 miles away, Sheetz would have to suffice. As I was ordering my latte on the touch screen I happened to notice a very attractive man checking me out. He had already ordered and was waiting for his order by the cappuccino machine. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I stood on the other side of the machine while I waited for my latte. He and I kept looking at each other, sort of awkwardly, but neither one of us said anything.
“110!” The barista yelled as she put my latte on the counter top.
“Thank you!” I yelled back to her.
I turned around to the eye candy I had been locking eyes with, “Have a good day.”
“Thanks, you too!” he replied enthusiastically.
Even after stopping for coffee, I was still 15 minutes early for work. I figured I would be the first one there and would have to open up the office, so I fumbled through my keys until I found the one for the office door. Much to my surprise I actually didn’t need the key; my supervisor was in her office.
“Good morning, Leah. You’re here early.” I said as I sat down my coffee and purse.
“Yes, and I’m glad you’re here too. We have a Wheels to Work meeting.”
“Today?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am. At 10 o’clock.”
“But I didn’t schedule a meeting.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I should have called you! After you left on Friday, Tim called. Social Services has hired a new Wheels to Work director, his name is Neil. Tim wanted you to meet him before our next quarterly since you will be working so closely with him.”
“Oh, okay. That makes sense. No problem. I will gather up our client’s folders, and put a few notes together.”
“Thanks, Kristian! I knew I could count on you!”
I made sure I was the first one to the conference room for our meeting. I placed the packets of information I had put together in front of each chair at the table. I filled a pitcher with ice and water and placed a stack of paper cups next to it.
As soon as I sat down, the very handsome man I saw at Sheetz walked in the room. He took the seat right next to mine. He looked into my eyes, and I swear it was as if he was trying to see into my soul. I swallowed hard. He was even more attractive up close. He had dark hair and the most beautiful dark brown eyes I had ever seen. He had broad shoulders and while he was a bigger guy, he was very toned and fit. His scent was intoxicating, and it took every ounce of energy I had not to melt into a puddle on the floor.
“Hello, I’m Neil.” His voice was deep, raspy, and sexy.
Of course it was! I thought to myself. Everything about him was sexy.
“He-hello, I’m Kristian.” I said, trying to clear my throat so he couldn’t hear the quiver in my voice.
“I hear you and I will be working very closely together.”
“Yes, we are partners, more or less.”
“Well. I. Am. Absolutely. Delighted.”
Can he hear my heart beating; I think it’s going to beat right out of my chest! I thought to myself.
The meeting flew by rather quickly. In fact, I think that was the fastest hour of my life. I didn’t completely get through all of the clients, after explaining the ins and outs of how the Wheels to Work program works. As I was gathering my notes and getting ready to walk out the door, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“What are you doing for dinner tomorrow night?” Neil asked. “I thought I could treat you to dinner, if you don’t have plans, and we can discuss the rest of our clients.”
“Oh, um. Sure! I’m free tomorrow evening.” I replied, sounding way more excited than I intended to.
“Great, so may I pick you up at 6 o’ clock tomorrow evening?”
“Yes, six is fine. Let me write down my address.”
“I can’t wait, see you tomorrow.”
“See ya!”
The rest of the work day seemed to drag on for an eternity.
When I got home I instantly ran to my closet, I picked out a few different outfits for me to strut around in front of the mirror before deciding on what I was going to wear to dinner tomorrow evening.
I put on a pair of Guess jeans that I have not been able to fit into in years, and a tight fitting white sweater that showed just a hint of cleavage. I loved how those jeans hugged my curves, so I decided on that outfit. I strutted around the room, checking myself out every time I passed by the floor length mirror. I was admiring the way I was starting to look after the weight I had lost. I still had a few more pounds to go, but I was proud of the progress I had made. I started modeling in front of the mirror; I put my hand on my hips & blew kisses to myself. I laughed as I realized the ridiculousness of it. I was so giddy & excited, just like a teenager, only I was in my late 20’s. As I spun around to check out my butt I saw a flicker of red in my eyes. I turned around and stared into my eyes waiting to see the flicker of red again. This time the eyes weren’t red, they were black, my whole eye was black. There were no whites, no pupils, no anything, just black. The woman in the mirror, myself with the black eyes stared back at me. She didn’t move when I moved, she just stood there, motionless. I kept staring at her, I didn’t move, I was paralyzed from fear. My reflection in the mirror turned ghostly white. A deep, raspy, familiar voice came out of her mouth.
“All of these nightmares you have been having, the demons you have been running from, the spiders and snakes that have terrified you. Those are nothing! The thing you should be afraid of is yourself.”
I tried to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if something else was controlling me.
“That’s right, I’m you!”
My reflection reached through the mirror for my hand. There was no fighting it, I knew I would fail if I tried; I was being possessed by the Devil himself. She pulled me through the mirror and she made me watch as she touched herself. She morphed into a black snake with red eyes, and she slid up my thigh, onto my stomach, and into my belly button. I watched my veins slowly fade to black, and I felt cold rush through me. I was becoming the thing I feared the most, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping. I laid on my queen size bed, staring at the ceiling, noticing the faint sunlight leaking behind the black-out curtains hanging on my window. I looked over at the big red numbers glowing on my alarm clock. 5:30.

Note: I claim the above as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman

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