The Ghost With Red Pupils
My wife and I were coming home from a movie we had wanted to see for a while. Our son, Tobias, was ten, so we decided he could be alone by himself until we came back. He was instructed to go to sleep at 8:30, no later than that. Before that he could just watch some television.
We left at 8:00 and came back at 11:00. The film was great. We entered home silently, as our son was asleep. Jessica, my wife, went on his bedroom to check on him, while I changed into my pyjamas.
After a few seconds, I heard Jessica call, "Tobias?" She walked out of him room and knocked on the bathroom door.
"What, he wasn't there?" I asked.
"No, he wasn't," she replied. After she had no response from the bathroom, she opened the door and entered. "He isn't here either. Where do you think he might be?"
I frowned slightly at that. Tobias wasn't on his bed and wasn't on the bathroom. We searched the rest of the house: the kitchen, the guest room, the balcony, but we couldn't find him anywhere. We were both starting to panic.
After about ten minutes, we still hadn't found him, so we called 000 (that's the police number in Australia). They said they were coming. In the meantime, Jessica was crying on my shoulder, "Tobias! My only son disappeared!" and I was thinking of what to do.
There wasn't really a whole lot to do, since I had already called the police. Would they find him? What if a serial killer had broken in and kidnapped him? But that couldn't be possible, since all doors and windows had been locked and none of them looked like they were forced open. Had he run away? But I didn't...
I had just spotted a small tape recorder lying on the ground behind the sofa. As I picked it up, I realized it was my son's recorder. We had given it to him on his last birthday, and would record on it all the time. Almost like a diary.
A mixture of excitement and fear filled me. Maybe inside it there might were clues about the kidnapper? I replayed the last recordings:
14/10/1994, 8:00 PM
My parents left today to go to the cinema. I tried asking them to stay, but they insisted they wanted some time for themselves.
They told me they'd leave me alone here until they came back. I'm so proud, they called me a young man! Mum told me to go to bed at 8:30. Before that, I'm watching Ben 10. It's 8:15 now, according to the clock.
14/10/1994, 8:30 PM
It's 8:30. I just turned off television right after Ben 10 finished, and then I turned off the light; I rushed here to bed. I never told anyone about this, but I'm scared of the dark, especially when I'm alone. I'm scared something will catch me. I'm recording this under the covers. Mum will come back in... it's 8:30 now, they will come back at 10:30, so they should come back in two hours. There's no point in waiting. I'll just sleep, but I'm so excited that I can't! [He said with a very enthusiastic voice] I'll still try it though.
14/10/1994, 10:17 PM
I just woke up. I'm so excited. But I'm scared of the dark, so I kept under my covers, even though I was sweating! But I later fell asleep because I was so tired.
But I really need to pee. It's still dark, and I don't know if mum and dad came back yet. I'm scared to go to the toilet. What if there's something waiting to get me? Mum told me I was a young man. Maybe I should go and prove I am. Monsters don't exist, do they? Ok, I'll go.
14/10/1994, 10:21 PM
I saw someone in the living room. I was coming to the bathroom and I saw a girl in the corner. She had black... What is that white...? I mean, usually white thing in the eyes? Pupil? No, pupil is the centre... I'm not sure the name. Anyway, the girl had black in the part of the eye where it should be white... Her irises were red. Red like blood. [He said, with a seemingly exasperated voice] Her hair was pure black and her skin was the opposite, it was so pale... She was transparent. She was staring at me. I couldn't even scream, I was so scared. I ran into the bathroom. I'm sitting on the floor, really scared. What am I going to do? Was it a monster? I think it was a ghost, because I could see through her. I'm going to pee and then I'll rush back to bed.
14/10/1994, 10:23 PM
[Tobias can be heard half screaming] She's right outside the door! I opened it, and she was there. Staring at me. Her expression... It was angry. And hungry. [He then can be heard crying and sobbing] What do I do now? Should I just sleep here in the bathroom? No, here's really smelly. But to face the ghost... I'll try to run into the room.
14/10/1994, 10:24 PM
She is not there. She disappeared. I'm recording this while I walk to my room. No sign of her. Was it me having hallucinations? It looked too real. Maybe I'll just phone mum and tell her what happened, but... [A scream] SHE'S HERE! [More screaming and faint footsteps, as though Tobias was running – he probably was] I'm sitting behind the sofa; the girl is there in the living room. [He was speaking in a barely audible whisper, as his voice had clearly been overwhelmed by fear. Faint sobbing could also be heard] She's walking toward me. Please, God, help me... [A sudden scream] SHE'S G-
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The last word had been interrupted as the recording suddenly ended. I almost dropped the recorder.
The police came in a few minutes later. They asked us questions, we explained everything. They said maybe Tobias was just pulling a prank on us (they were skeptical about the "ghost", obviously), and would shortly come back home. But I wasn't reassured; Tobias is not like that. It's not like him to make such a joke.
After two and a half hours, our son still hadn't turned up, and the policemen asked us to evacuate the building, as it was now a crime scene. We went to a hotel and slept there. I was still in shock of what I had heard; Jessica's face was a tone of sickly red, and her eyes were soaking wet.
Six months passed, Tobias was nowhere to be found, and we've given up all hope. An hour ago, Jessica... passed away. From her own will. She couldn't go on without him. I don't really want to talk about it. I'm writing this as an attempt to find an answer. If anyone on this site will knows what happened, who that girl is, or why she did that to Tobias, please tell me.
There is one last thing I haven't told you yet, though... something that most of you won't even believe, but that's ok. I have trouble believing it myself. A few minutes after Jessica... you-know-what, I saw some movement on a nearby room. When I went there, I saw something for a couple of seconds before I blinked and it disappeared... A girl. Her skin looked painfully pallid, and her hair was quite the opposite, an absolute black. And her eyes... her pupils were red, while the sclera was as black as her hair. She was grinning at me. And on her hand... She was holding a head, by the hair. The decapitated head of a boy who died crying. The decapitated head of Tobias.
Credited to Unholy Lord
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