Tales of the One-Eyed Man

In the stories they tell their children for a restful sleep, there is always the figure of the one-eyed man. He is never the main character in these stories. He is in the sidelines, a friend of the protagonist. He is not a villain either. He is just there, he exists. The one-eyed man sits in the corner of the room where the story being told to the child is taking place. He is thin and cadaver-pale, like he hasn’t been outside for a very long time. The bear is talking to the girl with the golden hair, asking why she ate all the pudding. The girl replied to the little bear, then to the big bear, then to the mama bear. But these are bears, and no matter how civilized they appear, one always has to be cautious around them. The little bear lunged for the girl’s neck, where its teeth tore through the veins and arteries and tendons and muscles. It was a mess. There was brain matter on the ceiling, on the walls, and on the floor. The mama and papa bear just stood there. Papa Bear’s arms were crossed and his head was bobbing up and down in agreement with what baby bear is doing. Mama Bear had a vacant expression on her face. Then the one-eyed man stood up. His hand stretched and reached the chest of papa bear. He pulled out papa bear’s heart. He did the same thing to mama bear with his other hand. Baby Bear was too busy to notice all these, and it happened too fast anyway. When finally Baby Bear looked up from the mangled bones and flesh of the little girl, he found his parents and the one-eyed man on the corner were gone. The moral of the story, the mother telling the story to her already sleepy red-cheeked child said, is that violence will be met with violence. The one-eyed man restores the order of things. So go to sleep, go to sleep, another story is waiting for you the next night.

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About kara

I just like to read. Used to work in a library. My interests are horror and the gothic imagination, absurd and dark humor, urban legends, and other related unwholesome topics. I write short fiction sometimes. Older stuff: https://www.scribd.com/user/93209/narodnikkki
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