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Have you ever heard the story of the rubber-eyed girl? How she’s described changes from time to time. in the 40’s they called her a ghost, by the 70’s she was a machine created by some lonely madman who lost his daughter, but recently she is considered an alien creature sent for unknown purposes. Regardless of what you think she is, all witness account can agree upon one single feature, her motionless, soulless, rubber-like eyes. Nobody is sure when the first abduction took place, girls go missing all the time for various reasons. It wasn’t until one particular night, that abductions were associated with the rubber-eyed girl.
A mother was home with her daughter, the husband late out at work (at least that’s what he told his wife to cover up the affair). It was time to put the daughter to bed. “No Mommy!” she pleaded hoping to play with her toys a little longer. “I’m not ready for bed! I want to play!” The mother, not in the mood for this over-played game slammed her fist down on the counter, no words were needed, the daughter closed her mouth, and shuffled her way to her room quickly. The little girl tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep, it wasn’t that she still wanted to play with her toys, it was something different… something uneasy.
She had this deep feeling of anxiety wash down from the top of her spine into the pit of her stomach. Something was very wrong. She hid under her covers in an attempt to keep herself shielded from whatever dark forces were around her, a technique daddy had taught her when she would get scared at night. He also taught her to calm herself down by counting to 10 slowly with deep breaths. “1… 2… 3.” she started, already feeling the tension start to wither away. “4, 5” she continued. Before she could say 6, she heard a quick whisper inches away from her face. Too mortified to take the covers off her face to see what was next to her, she froze, listening closely to see if she would hear the sound again. “6… 7…” an ethereal voice whispered into her ear, the smell of vinegar and blood in its breath.
Overwhelmed by fear, the little girl let out a screech as she shoved the covers off of her trying to hop out of the bed. Just after she pushed the covers off of herself but before she could get out of her bed, the creature in the room pinned her down on the bed, still whispering into her ear “8, 9… 10…” The little girl screamed in terror as she stared at its face, or should I say her own face. The creature looked exactly like the little girl in every way except for one, Its eyes… The mother rushes into the room, just in time to see her daughter dragged out the window by the creature. The mother runs to the window, tears pouring down her face as she screams at the creature to bring her daughter back. The creature freezes, turns around, and stares at the mother with an expressionless face. The last thing the mother saw before the creature disappeared into thin air taking her daughter with her, were those motionless, soulless, rubber eyes.
