The Dark Visitor

I have been blind for over twenty years, but I can still sense the presence of light and darkness. I live alone in a small apartment, with only my faithful dog, Rex, as my companion. He helps me navigate the world and keeps me company. He is my eyes and ears.

One night, I was awakened by a loud thud in the living room. I thought it might be Rex, who sometimes knocks over things in his sleep. I called out his name, but there was no answer. I reached for my cane and got out of bed, feeling my way to the door. I opened it and stepped into the hallway.

"Rex?" I called again, louder this time. "Where are you, boy?"

I heard a low growl from the living room. It sounded like Rex, but different. More menacing. I felt a chill run down my spine. Something was wrong.

I walked slowly towards the living room, tapping my cane on the floor. The growl grew louder and louder, until it was a deafening roar. I stopped in my tracks, feeling a wave of fear wash over me.

"Rex?" I whispered, hoping it was still him.

Suddenly, I felt a hot breath on my face. It smelled like rotten meat and blood. I screamed and swung my cane in front of me, hoping to hit whatever was there. But it was too late. Something sharp and powerful clamped down on my throat, tearing it open. I felt a surge of pain and then nothing.

The next morning, the police found my body on the floor, covered in blood and bite marks. They also found Rex, lying next to me, whimpering and licking my wounds. He had tried to protect me from the intruder, but he was no match for it.

They never caught the creature that killed me. They never even saw it. It was gone by the time they arrived. But they did find something else in the living room. Something that made them shudder.

It was a pair of sunglasses, broken and stained with blood.

They belonged to me.