Alright, so I’ve got a small idea for a creature/being/sentient anything.
It is a glass eye. In 1974, a man by the name of Howard Johnson made a custom glass eye for one of his customers. It was a vibrant green eye, but the customer also requested it to have hints of yellow and shades of grey, like his other eye. The customer’s name has never been uncovered. However, when presenting the eye to the customer, without hesitation the customer popped it info his socket. He sat there with it in for a moment, and Howard asked “is everything looking alright?”, the customer replied, “yes, I fixed it”. While still in confusion, the customer popped it out and placed it into the box it was originally inside.
Howard thought nothing too much of it other than the customer did not pay for it and it was custom made. He set it aside till it was time for bed. He awake the next day with a strange pain - something wasn’t right. He didn’t see the same way he did before. It was darker on one side of his vision than the other. He was to touch the side (the left eye, and the left eye only), only to realize the glass eye was placed into his skull. Out of terror he stood up only to step and squish his organic eye into the floor.
It didn’t stop there, however. It turns out the eye revealed to him beings, but not just regular beings - but the dead. Children, regular adults, elderly citizens. They hated being dead, so lonely. They couldn’t see each other, or Howard. But it wasn’t just regular citizens, but also murderers, the wrongly accused, the insane. They were alone for who knows how long, terrified, still swearing, and could not die l, at least, not anymore than they already have. These people were phantoms, zombies, mere figments of what they once were. Limbs slew off their bodies as they strode, bashing their heads into walls aimlessly, and crying like children.
Howard was the only one who could see this. He screamed. If you could set them side by side, he’d be identical to the dead. He screamed his way back to sleep, but his dreams grew worse. They could see him now. They all could. And they wanted his eye. They hated that he could see them, even if they naturally didn’t hate Howard. They hated the eye, and Howard had the eye.
They dragged his body through his dreams, to the point they reached a bon fire. There was already bodies there, perhaps other poor victims he had been near an evil eye effected by the strange customer. They bound Howard’s legs and hands, and shoved sticks up his nose, breaking it. The monsters ate off his toe and finger nails, and pulled out all of his hair. At this point, they threw his raw body into the fire, and watched. And smiled. They were happy.
The next morning, police investigated the scene, finding the custom eye makers shop burnt to a crisp. Strange to say, the fire started from Howard’s body.
Entity: The Customer.
Physical description: lanky, shadowy, described to be a walking shadow, like inky blood in water.
Known abilities: can effect certain prosthetics (ei. Glass eyes, arms, legs, lungs - for limbs and organs, they are known to bend in inhuman ways to suffocate the victim while sleeping, where lungs cease breathing and begin to bleed), nightmares, contact with the dead, dreamwandering.
