The Horror

  The Horror stands before you, gazing into your eyes, fixated on you.
  You can't move, you try, and you try, but no part of you will budge.  Movement isn't a thing so long as the monstrosity just inches away from you is in your midst. 
  It's being there is an impossibility, but yet you are staring right into it's empty hollows that you believe are the being's eyes.
Nothing happens.  Nothing will ever happen.
  All you can do is stare at The Horror, and all The Horror wants to do is stare back at you.
  This is your existence now.
  Down to the very moment you die.

Author's Note

When I don't feel like continuing my stories I scribble things down in a notebook when I'm bored, this is one of such things.

Reviews

[stone_eater]

Nice I like it! I myself am a fan of many horrific things.......

[Marie]

This is indeed horror. Good job.