Hopeless Staredown

Little bit of mystery mixed with something else

The shimmer in its eyes as it stared me down cold, sent a dead shiver wrapping around my spine. There was no sign of movement fluttering around. It was as if time itself had stopped for this moment. The moment that lead to us looking through the eyes to hook into each other's souls. The moment that lead to the skinning of my conscience and the intensifying of its sinister stare. 

There was no more hope. No more happy cries of children in the streets. No more homemade apple pies sitting on the windowsill. There was nothing but it and I.