A Lightless Day

Every noon, they come. Every day, they appear on the spot where they died. For one second, the townsfolk could see the people they murdered, staring at their own graves. The next second, they were gone. The townsfolk murmur and whisper to each other about the events. Some say that the ghosts of the blind men and women have come to haunt them, to enact vengeance upon their murderers. Others speak of illusions, mirages on a hot, sunny and bright day. All of these theories were true, and even if the townsfolk believes in it, they wouldn’t care. They killed those eyeless freaks to protect their children. They exterminated a hideous race to save themselves. And now karma was going to demand its payment in full.

The first few years when the ghosts appeared, they were harmless flies. But when a couple of reckless teenagers got curious and went to the graves of the blind in the noon, they vanished. The next day, the teenagers came back alive, without eyes. The doctors checked on them, but they acted like sad, tormented worms who have lost the light. A couple of years later, more people vanished, and they all came back without their eyes. The news spread until it reached the ears of the big cities. Investigators outside the haunted town came to the town, and when they began to track the source of the hauntings, they returned to see nothing but darkness, forever. The victims told the police that the last things they saw were the motionless bodies of the blind and a bright, painful light. After a few calls to higher authorities, the government quarantined the town, sent it’s victims to a hospital for people with disabilities, and closed the area from the rest of the world. The only thing living in those lands were the innocent men and women staring with white dead eyes at their own invisible graves. A society looking forever at a lightless day.