Father

The soft light poured over his desk. It was the only light source in the room. As he pondered over his tattered journal the light faltered slightly. Immediately his eyes darted towards the lamp. Nothing. His focus shifted back to the page and he slowly resumed his writing. However, the light once again flickered and then went out. With a sigh, he lifted himself up and headed for the overhead light switch on the opposite end of the room. He swatted at the wall where he approximated the lightswitch was. He felt the switch shift under his hand but no change. He then pinched the switch between his thumb and index, turning it on and off, as if persicion had been the issue. Still no change. Suddenly his window caused him to do a double take. There was a faint glow signaling the start of dawn. He glanced down at his watch, but it too had seemingly lost power. Regardless he knew the sun could not be rising at such an hour, even up in the mountains. Then he heard the wind howling, but there was only sound. His house did not creak or groan as it normally did in high winds. A shiver slowly ran up his back as he had these revelations. He walked up to the window to take just a peek outside. Hopeful to just see the sun rising. Maybe he had lost track of time, but that would not explain the sounds nor the loss of all power. He pulled the curtain back enough to glance out but he immediately froze. A being stared back with black blood shot eyes. It had an ambient glow and the shape of a person a six-year-old may draw. The eyes were so out of place they could have been cut out and pasted on. It was almost laughable, but then the black dot began to vibrate. Then it sloshed around the sclera like jelly. It deformed and broke apart and came back together. It had re-formed in the center as a defined pupil with a moss green iris. Imediate recognision passed over his face. Then grief. His legs gave out from under him. He lay there frozen, the howling wind now filled his ears. Tears poured from his face, un-autherized. Even if he tried he would not be able to lift himself back up. The eye caught his one last time. It seemed to be begging for help. It then slowly drifted off, the light of dusk dancing across the room and then fading out. The man passed out, tears still escaping him. The lamp now strained out its light.