Part one

This is going to be a short one, my grandfather died yesterday and it's a pretty emotional time for me right now.

So, I started to believe that whatever it was, was protecting me. A few years went by, and the glowing red eyes were just another part of my life. I could never see anything outside my window, and no one else seemed to see it either. When I was younger I would tell my parents about it, but they just put it down to an overactive imagination. I let it go since I didn't feel afraid of the eyes. They were just.. there.

After highschool I left my home town for a few months to go work at a fertilizer plant. It was a three month contract in a place where I knew no one, but the pay was fantastic so I took it anyway. I found a place and moved there at the beginning of May in 2008. When I got there I found out that they allowed pets, so I got myself a dog, he was a Norwegian Elkhound.

That first night I spent there, I didn't notice that there was something missing. I didn't notice the second or third day either. It was only after about a few weeks that I noticed a decided lack of red eyes outside my window. When I realized it, I felt a little sad, but I figured that whatever it was had finally moved on and gone to another place. It was around that time that I decided to get my dog.

That was a mistake.

He lasted about three days before he escaped my room and ran outside. I never found out what happened to him, but the calls to the pounds and pet shelters didn't reveal anything.

That night the eyes came back, so did the dreams. The first was was the most vivid one I had in quite a long time. I dreamt I was hunting a small puppy through some alleys and streets, the dog running for its life, me stalking it slowly, taking my time. I could also taste the warmth of its blood rushing through my mouth. The hunt went on for what seemed like hours, the fear of the little puppy just making my mouth water. After the dog finally collapsed from exhaustion, I slowly walked over to it, savoring its fear and whimpers as it tried to stand up just once more, only to crash back on to the pavement.

That was about where I woke up. There was a strange coppery taste in my mouth. My tongue was fairly sore too, so I figured I must have bitten it in my sleep. I was absolutely soaked too, my bed was drenched from my sweat.I didn't want to actually get up and change, so I just took off the clothes and threw it in my hamper.

The next morning was when things started to get... weird. I had dirt underneath my nails, and my bed was soaked in blood and viscera. You can imagine I was surprised to say the least, and by surprised I mean absolutely fucking terrified. I had no idea what was going on, was the dream real? Did I go out and kill a dog? Was it my dog? I had no way of knowing.

I put my clothes, sheets and blanket into the wash, took a shower, and went off to work. Trying my hardest to ignore what happened that night. I hoped I was imagining it all, and that there was just a simple explanation for it, but I was wrong.

While I was driving out to the fertilizer plant, I had the oddest feeling of something following me the entire drive there. Something that would flit in and out of the corner of my eye. After a few minutes of paranoia, it just seemed to fade into the scenery and I was able to ignore it.

That day of work passed by just like all the others, I would unload fertilizer from train cars, I would load up semi-trucks with the fertilizer. For 12 hours that was all I did.

When I went home that night, I finished doing the wash and went to bed. I had no dreams that night and when I woke up, it was perfectly normal. Like I had imagined the previous night entirely.

Another few days passed before the accidents started happening at my work. First a construction worker fell off his ladder and broke his ankle. Then a co worker shot himself in the leg with a nail gun. One of the truck drivers accidentally drove into a silo full of fertilizer and almost killed himself in the process, and finally, a truck driver let his child out of the semi while it was being loaded. The child climbed into the back of the truck, and was crushed under the weight of the fertilizer. That was the hardest day in my life up to that point. I was the one loading the truck, I was on the other side of the yard unloading the trains, but I heard the screams, and I saw the commotion. I knew CPR and First aid so I rushed over to see if there was anything I could do to help in case someone had gotten hurt, but all we knew was that his child had gone missing. He didn’t think it would be possible for him to get very far, and he was right. It was only after we searched the entire yard that we thought to look at the truck. Emptying one of those things is not easy, the hoppers on the bottom drain incredibly slowly, so we were forced to drive it over to the unloading area and open them over the grating we had. After another twenty minutes of emptying, an arm came through the bottom, and everyone knew that the worst had happened that day. The weeks after that were all a blur, there was an investigation by the police, by the company, and by the government. Six people got fired, the facility got shut down for almost a month, and I had nightmares every single day.

It's getting pretty late here and I had a long day. I'll post some more on Sunday.