The Glasseater (R)

I didn't know much about the Glasseater.  What i did know still almost nothing. I knew it wasn’t human. At least not all the way. I knew it was just trying to survive, like you and me. I knew it wasn’t evil, or malicious. I knew i still hated it.

You see, it started a long time ago. When i was a kid, a chore of mine was to put glass bottles outside. In the morning, they would be gone.  This went on for years.  When i was ten, i got a video camera. Ecstatic, i set it up by the glasses.  In the morning, the glasses where gone. I checked the camera.  

I let Spencer look at it first. He was quiet for awhile after that. I could tell he was scared.  Then it was my turn.  For awhile it was just glasses sitting there. Then there was a shuffling in the background.  A figure, humanoid with a mouth full off teeth and pale,almost translucent skin, crept into the shot, his long, spider-like arms grabbing the glasses.  He then put them in his mouth, and there was a grinding sound. A few seconds later he was gone.  I asked for a new chore.

Later that month, we moved out of that house.  I got to my new room and moved in.  A couple weeks later, I saw a broken glass in the street. Instantly, i remembered the Glasseater.  I put a bottle in front of the house. In the morning it was gone. He had followed me.

I didn't tell anyone but Spencer about the Glasseater. Spencer said he knew about it too. Me and Spenser were allot alike. He had always been with me.  He never left my side. Nobody ever noticed him. Sometimes he would get quiet for awhile, but I knew he was there.

One day, when me and Spencer were exploring the new neighbourhood, a tall, dark haired boy and a short, blond boy were riding there bikes. Curios, I walked up and asked them there names. The dark haired boy was Alex Cullisun, and blonde's name was Brice
Sparks.

    They said they were looking for some other friends of theirs. They also said that I could come along. Me and Spencer introduced ourselves and agreed.  That’s when I met the three other members of the neighbourhood. These guys where the head honchos. There was a big, redheaded boy with broad shoulders and a broader smile, a lean olive skinned fellow who appeared rather serious but opened up rather quickly, and a slightly chubby, brown haired boy that was a big joker. The big guys name was Micah, His buddies were Oscar and Alexander.

We became close friends and hung out a lot. Spencer never talked when they were around. It was kind of strange, He would just go up to the room we shared and read. After a few days, I decided to tell them about the Glasseater. They didn’t believe me, but I showed them the video. We all agreed to put out glass bottles whenever we had them.

One week, as winter was falling, our families switched to plastic. I knew we were screwed. The Glasseater was going to get hungry for sharp, brittle things that snapped when he put them in his mouth. He didn’t have glass, so I knew it was a matter of time before he switched to bone.                   

    One night I heard a scream coming from Brice’s house. I grabbed a blade and a baseball bat and ran over as fast as I could. Micah was already there. The frond door was broken down, and there was blood all over the room. I knew this would happen. I walked in, and was rewarded with a truly gruesome sight.
    It looked like somebody had decided to move a slaughter house into Brice’s place. Blood was everywhere. Just then, I heard a scuttling sound. We turned around and saw the Glasseater, his gaping maw dripping with blood. I swung my bat and hit it across the room. It bashed against the wall and disappeared. Another scuttling alerted me that he was on the ceiling.
    “Micah, Its somewhere above us”, I said. No answer. “Micah?”
    “I’m right here. Turn around.”
    I turned around and saw the Glasseater, but with Micah’s head. I stabbed at it, but is was already gone. I something made thump sound behind me. I looked over my shoulder, and saw a body with a gaping whole in its back. It was Micah. Most of him. That was it. I ran out of the house as fast as I can. I slipped and cut myself on a icicle, but got up and kept going.
    When I got home, I grabbed my dads shot gun and loaded it. I could only find two shells. One shot to save my family. One shot to commemorate my friends. Two shots to prevent a bloodbath.
    I went outside, and saw him. The Glasseater was scuttling towards me, and he had Spencer. That was the last straw. I snapped. I raised the gun, and fired. The shot went wide, and I hit myself in the face with the but of the gun. I tumbled to the snow. By the time I got up, he was right in front of me. I ran backwards and  slipped again. I fell right at my front door, looking up at the long, icicles hanging from the gutter.
     The Glasseater jumped onto my chest, and I thought, this iis it. I fired the gun, and missed again. I could of sworn the Glasseater smiled at me. The the icicle I had shot pierced thou the back of his head, and stabbed me in the lung.
I looked into his eyes, smiled right back, and faded into welcome oblivion.