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Second Sight



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Monday, August 3rd, 2009

Times are hard, and I work in a business that is slowly becoming obsolete. People are steering away from glasses and contact lenses to Lasik surgery and more permanent, feasible choices in the field of eye care. I’ve never been the type to collect my thoughts and put them down, and yet these have been the toughest months to endure as of late. My wife left me, along with alimony and a good chunk of everything I’ve struggled to build since I was in my early twenties. I don’t know if I’ll make my mortgage payment on time for the third month in a row. This hole is going to be impossible to climb out of.

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

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Got a phone call from corporate and had to terminate the positions of two employees. Stan has been here for seventeen years. He was a good eye doctor. I have a strong suspicion that more permanent layoffs are on the way. I had to go to a dealership and downgrade my vehicle, but the sales tax almost cleaned out my bank account.

Friday, August 7th, 2009

I was helping Stan take his things out of the office today and a new vendor approached me. He works for some company called “New Vision,” and their prices are better than every other type of lenses we carry. They don’t do glasses or frames. Only contacts. He gave a pretty convincing argument, so I filled my own prescription with their lenses and I’m going to put them in tomorrow morning and try them out. This may be the small boost we need to stay open. I hope so.

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

I called New Vision and told them my office was on board. I should have talked to our regional division manager before cutting the deal, but he treats me like garbage and routinely tells me that my office is in last place in every category but customer service. He says customer service doesn’t make money if you sacrifice profits. He’s not a doctor. These lenses feel more natural and it seems like the material adapts to light better than any other brand that I’ve seen in my twenty plus years as an optometrist. I’m going to keep using them myself. I mowed my lawn today, and I swear I could see every blade of grass. Maybe our patients will drop some greenbacks to try these out.

Monday, August 10th, 2009

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I prescribed my first pair of New Vision lenses to a patient today. He’s a six year old boy who was blind as bat before we fitted his eyes. His mother was concerned that six is too young for contacts, but after she saw him looking around and nailing the entire test on the wall, letter for letter and number for number, I convinced her to try them out. If I can get a pair of these out every day, there may be some light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve stopped taking mine out at night because they don’t bother me like normal lenses do in the morning. I feel like I could leave them in forever.

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

I’ve prescribed them to thirty eight patients and it seems that word of mouth is sending more people my way. People are dropping HydraSoft and Toric left and right. The vendor from the company came by today and put a great ad in my office window. “See things in a new light. Fit some New Vision lenses today!” They also guarantee that you’ll read at least a line below where you normally would on the wall with any other vendor. They won’t tell me what the lenses are made of, but as good as they feel, I’m not hesitating to give my patients the best choice. The regional manager called again and congratulated me on turning business around. He’ll probably take credit for it at the board meeting. What an ass.

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

I traded in and got a Mercedes, and I offered Stan his job back. I told him he’d have to convince people to go with New Vision when pitching patients because with the healthcare reform bill on the way, this product is our only trump card. Without it, people will go somewhere else. I’m going to install a plasma TV on the wall in the reception area so people can watch football while they wait on their appointment. People love football. Whatever it takes to get people in the door.

Friday, August 21st, 2009

Stan tried them out and he’s fifty five. He’s reading better than he was in his thirties, or so he says. We went to lunch today and he drives faster than usual; maybe it’s because he can see the road better.

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

I’m a little rattled. I called New Vision today to order more product and to fill some prescriptions with some pending patients, but the line has been disconnected. I called the vendor’s personal cell and heard some sort of odd sound. You know when you’re sitting at a campfire and you can hear wood burning and popping in the flames? It sounded like that. Maybe their phones are down or there’s a power outage. I’m not sure. I’ll call them on a regular business day.

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

I feel strange. I tried to go to mass with my mother today. I try to go to church with her at least once a month. I walked through the front doors of the chapel, and my vision started going blurry. The membranes around my eyes felt like they were going to burst open. I didn’t bring my glasses so I had to sit outside before we went to Sunday lunch. I think it was just a headache or a spasm or something. I’m not too worried about it.

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Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

I’m frightened. Something wrong happened today. I fitted a 13-year-old girl for contacts, and while I was looking in to her dialated pupil, something appeared in the apparatus lens that hangs from the ceiling when I looked through it. It seemed like a bat, except its eyes were on fire, and it was getting closer and closer to my eye the longer that I stared in to the scope. I looked away before it got too big. I think I’ve been working too much and I may take a personal day. Stan is going to backfill my patients in to his schedule.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

I almost died today. I wish I would have. I went to the old house in New Haven that now belongs to my wife, thanks to the courts. On the way, I stopped at a McDonald’s, and the girl in the drive-thru window looked like she was going to kill me. Her eyes caught on fire and her teeth elongated, and her voice sounded like one of those mechanical larynx boxes they give to people who smoke their throats in to oblivion. My Big Mac was shaking in my hands and I spilled that special sauce thousand island shit on my khakis. I looked down to wipe it away, and when I looked up at the road, the bat was on my windshield. It shattered and tried to claw my eyes out, and my eyebrows are gone. It singed them right off before I sped up and threw it out the window. My wife asked me if I was doing drugs when I showed up at the door with no eyebrows. All I wanted was my pair of shiny black shoes from the closet. I shouldn’t ever have to go back again. I saw her eyeing my car and my smashed windshield. I don’t really care anymore.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

It’s almost midnight and I tried to take my lenses out. They’re not THERE anymore. I reached in to pull them off my cornea with my finger, and I poked myself straight in the eyeball. I’ve heard of lenses with high amounts of protein buildup dissolving in to people’s eyes, but I’ve worn these for less than a month. How can I still see if they’re not in my eyes? For the first time in my life, I’m scared of something more than my ex-wife.

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

I checked the ledger today and business is out of the red and in the black. We’re officially making a profit on every patient now, but I’m having trouble focusing. I can see fine, but every now and then, my vision goes blurry and I see the winged thing coming at me from off in the distance. I tried going in to the broom closet and just keeping my eyes open in the dark. I still saw the bat in the distance, flying at me, head-on. It’s trying to get my eyes. I’m an optometrist. I NEED my eyes.

Friday, August 28th, 2009

Stan is dead, and so is the six year old boy. No one else has made the connection that the only thing they have in common is my office and New Vision. They found Stan about a mile from work, his car caddy-cornered with the shoulder of the road. His hair was burned off and he didn’t have any eyebrows, either. His eyes weren’t missing. They were burned and melted in to his eyesockets. I never got to ask him if he’d tried to take the lenses out. I have to call everyone and tell them to return their prescriptions and stick to HydraSoft. I tried to call the vendor guy from New Vision. The line was popping and snapping again. The bat started coming at me, so I hung up.

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Monday, August 29th, 2009

Fourteen more patients are dead. I’d say that I would be looking at a lawsuit for my prescription records, but they haven’t found any traces of any company named New Vision or a brand of lenses by that name. The same thing happened to their eyes as mine. I’ve closed my office (Dr. Mendez and Associates will be closed until further notice due to illness) until I can find out what’s happening. We’re about to be in the red again, but something tells me that I won’t be around much longer to worry about the fruition of my business and craft. I was going to retire in the next five years anyway.

Tuesday, August 30th, 2009

My eyes are not red. My eyes are not bloodshot. There’s this pink, fleshy, THROBBING membrane of skin around my eyelids. It breathes, it copulates, and it pulses when I stare off in the distance for long periods of time. The thing becomes to come again. I finally let it get close enough that I saw what it really is. It’s a hairless human head with talons growing from a rut in the chin. The wings have wrapped around the temples and extended from the ears. Although the eyes are on fire, I recognize that mole on the corner of its chin. It’s not any human head. It’s MY head.

Wednesday, August 31st, 2009

It came to me this morning and gave me a bottle of pills. Said I should go down to Doctor Margaret Lenore’s pediatric office in New Haven and tell her about this new drug. Helps kids with ADD and ADHD focus and get good grades. Supposedly works 400% better than Ritalin. She tried it on her hyperactive pomeranian and it works. Saw dollar signs in her eyes. I didn’t tell her that the bottle smelled like burning fire to me.

Friday, October 1st, 2009

I found the New Vision property. It’s deserted. Everywhere I go, things are on fire. The gas station attendant’s face melted and stretched out thirty feet to the floor when I gave her my card to pay for gas. The pink flesh is dark maroon now and it’s growing out from the sides of my head. When I was shaving this morning, I ran my razor down from my chin to the base of my Adam’s apple. The skin broke open and I saw a little white sharp claw poking out after the blood stopped. I found something in the back room of this place.

The vendor guy is missing his head, and this entire office smells of ashes.

CREDIT: D.A. Wilcox 

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111 thoughts on “Second Sight”

  1. I like the idea.

    Admittedly, I had to smile after reading it, as I noticed this advertisement on top of the page when scrolling back up.

  2. KilljoyMakesArt

    Wow. ._. I’m sooooooooo happy I don’t wear contact lenses. Only glasses, which makes me look all geeky and stuff. xD

  3. Lost all believability when I came to this line: It breathes, it copulates, and it pulses.

    So the membrane around his eyes is havin sex with itself?!

  4. Personally, the most creepy part of this is when the Dr. poked his eye (Although it’s because I have a phobia of eye pain, needles in eyes, Etc. So it’s biased) . Nonetheless, It’s a solid 8/10
    Once again, only VH has given me chills.

  5. It was SO GOOD, i was all like o: cause i wear contacts, i was reading away, sointo it and THEN….it just stopped…..why?]:

  6. Terrible. Not creepy in the least, and hey buddy your dates are fucked up…. Aug 28th Friday then Aug 29th Monday? Same for Aug 31st Wed and Oct 1st Fei? Also Aug 31 was a Monday and Oct 1 was a Friday in 2009 on my closing note… “smelled like burning fire to me.” Is there a fucking difference between NORMAL fire and BURNING fire?!

    1/10

  7. Outstanding!
    Great writing, and a wonderful story. It didn\’t really creep me, but not much does on this site.
    The lack of emotion from the POV character was good. It showed why he just took up the New Vision without asking questions first.

    10/10

  8. It COULD have been good, but it lacked emotion from the main character, not enough details, the winged “bat” sounds gay. But mainly it was the character that ruined it, his emotion never seemed to change, it was like he was just in a “whatever shit happens” mood the entire time, no fear or worry in him what so ever which just made it hard to get into.

  9. At first when he kept describing a bat i thought it ment he was wearing the bats eyes, and it kept trying to take them back, although the random flying head and brimstones were a little too far-fetched for me, i liked to layout, so i’d rate this pasta a 6&1/2 out of 10, for too much tomato sauce and spices and not enough delicious pasta :b

  10. Meh. I could read through it without getting bored (a definite plus), but I think this story had the feel of those \"Goosebumps\" books and that television show it had for awhile. Kinda/sorta close, but no cigar.

  11. “I had to go to a dealership and downgrade my vehicle, but the sales tax almost cleaned out my bank account.”
    What?

    “it seems like the material adapts to light better than any other brand that I’ve seen in my twenty plus years as an optometrist. ”
    What?

    “caddy-cornered ”
    catty-corner or kitty-corner

    “skin around my eyelids. It breathes, it copulates”
    Copulate means to engage in sexual intercourse.

    Other than learning about sales tax, optometry, kitty-corner, and copulation, this was a very good story. I enjoyed reading it a lot, although it wasn’t that creepy. 7/10.

  12. I looked up New Vision Contacts and found a place in Washington called New Vision Eye Care. Whoever lives in Washington put a big “DO NOT WANT!” sticker on their window. (New to creepypasta, so this freaked me out. lol)

  13. Great concept but it could’ve been more scary. I personally got this entire “fuck I’m never buying any contacts from new vision” vibe from this. Contacts can be tricky fuckers.

  14. I like how VH pretends to be cool with the critisism at first, but by like his second comment he’s showing signs of going rabid. “Sorry I couldn’t spoon feed you an ending since you’re too mindless to actually be creative yourself. ” Angry much?

    Just because someone doesn’t like your stuff doesn’t automatically make them a mindless idiot. I didn’t like that he was detatched to the point of seeming bored throughout the whole story (“I almost died today. I wish I would have.” and a few days later he’s interested in whether he’s making money, stuff like that) one person gets his eyes melted and another has his head fly off, or that he seemed to think drugs would cure something that was obviously killing people..

    Those are just opinions, though, and they don’t actually hurt you. Sounds like you could use some weird 400-strength Ritalin-ish drug yourself.

  15. I really, really fucking liked this.

    The bat was a bit 50/50, it would’ve been better if Dr Mendez had seen something similar when the dealer first sold him the New Vision contacts.

    Overall though, one of the better pastas on here.

  16. This Story was kida boring didnt really get it so what the fuck is the vendor the devil or some guy who died and was haunting him or i dont know maybe i missed something

  17. so basically raep?

    Good concept and execution for the first half, it sort of unravelled in the second half. Some proofreading and a different ending– you’ll have a mighty fine pasta.

  18. It started out pretty good, but the bat, and the fact that the main character doesn’t seem fazed by the bat, ruined it for me. It also got worse towards the end, where the descriptions are hasty and the main character still shows no sign of fear or shock. I really like the concept though.

  19. “This part freaked me out the most. Reminds me of that scene in Batman Forever.”

    It’s very crazy that you said that man. That movie shot from that movie is one of the first things I thought of when I was writing this as well.

  20. “I can see fine, but every now and then, my vision goes blurry and I see the winged thing coming at me from off in the distance.”

    This part freaked me out the most. Reminds me of that scene in Batman Forever.

  21. I agree.
    Good pasta, but a little bland & undercooked.

    The description of the bat just… It didn’t really elicit any bri/x/.

  22. tl;dr stoopid hobo buys drug lenses from some evil druggie and satan eats their heads like omnomnom and hobo is like wtf r u doin wit mah drug lenses and hobo says satan died 10 years ago and then stoopid hobo says THEN WHO WAS SATAN

  23. Haha, I wear Toric lenses, and I’m like, “New Vision, I gotta try that!” and then I’m reading and I’m like”Ohmygahd this is AWFUL! I don’t want new vision I don’t want new vision!!!”

    Great pasta, creepy, just kinda…. ehh, I’ve seen better.

  24. Friday the 28th cannot be followed by Monday the 29th. There’s these two days called Saturday and Sunday (I’m sure you’ve heard of them) right in between Friday and Monday. You read something wrong.

    Other than that, though, I really liked the story. It was original, and very well exicuted.
    c:

    The fact that it was about contacts freaked me out a little. I used to wear them, and I remember once when I left them in for a week they were kind of sticky and didn’t really want to come out. So that part where they disappeared made me shudder a little harder.

    @Dirjel

    Obviously someone before him fell into the same trap, and had to take him the contacts. Like how he had to take the drugs to the doctor. It’s all one continuous loop. He’s not the first rung in the ladder. Just one that aids in a slow decent into possible world-wide hell, yes?

  25. @GamingG: I think you might be high. Check your 2009 calendar. I read the dates right off of it as I was writing this.

  26. Am I the only one who noticed that some of the dates don’t make sense (i.e. Friday, August 28th and Monday, August 29th cannot coexist in the same year)?

  27. Sorry I couldn’t spoon feed you an ending since you’re too mindless to actually be creative yourself. Do you want me to wipe your ass for you too, or are you able to take care of that?

  28. @Dirjel

    Not every story has to have some Saw like expose’ at the very end to tie up every loose end and explain everything in such graphic detail that a monkey could understand it.

    Is horror not supposed to have an element of mystery behind it? “Man fears what he does not understand” right? This story would been ruined had it been like:

    “And then I found a notebook in the ashes. It detailed Satan’s plot of wanting to take over the minds of the populace by using haunted contact lenses by driving them insane with the forces of his lesser demons. Well I guess I can die at least knowing what that crazy shit was all about. The end”

    I’m no writer, but come on…what does it add to reveal the point behind the horror? Use your imagination if you want a motive…any motive except the one you choose is going to sound stupid to you anyway.

  29. @ PHONE:

    I have no taste, apparently. There was no explanation for what happened, and more importantly, no motivation. I’m assuming these were Satanic contacts? Aren’t you supposed to make a deal with the devil first?

    Only conclusion I see is that it’s some money demon or something. I don’t know.

  30. i lol’d at eyefucker’s post. ALL THIS POISON AND IM STARTIN TO BURN
    that would have been awesome.

    yeah, at first i thought it was gonna be other people’s eyes too, plain and simple. but it really surpassed my expectations. this was creepy as hell and very realistically written. a little confusing but hey, i’m sleepy. wow, man. wow.

  31. Loved the contacts concept and the ADD drugs. We rely on these so much that i can honestly see these go wrong.

    Became a little predictable when you mentioned the campfire pops. A little weird but tasty enough to be enjoyable.

  32. I don’t really understand the concept, but I have to say I felt the suspense. And I liked the last line. Just clear up the story a bit, methinks.

  33. Hunter S. Eyefucker

    That was awesome, but I can’t help asking, who was bat country?

    Also, the New Vision ad says you can “read at least a line below where you normally would on the wall with any other vendor”. What if some people, using other vendors, can read the lowest line? I thought that was gonna come back as people reading tiny hell-speak on the walls.

  34. While I don’t think this story deserves all the hate some commenters are dumping on it, neither do I think it’s fair to say that all the dissenters should go write their own stories if they want satisfaction. Not everyone can play the guitar, but that doesn’t mean they’re not entitled to an opinion on whether or not a song or an artist is good.

  35. I just wrote a comment singing the praises of this pasta, complimenting its original ideas and near-flawless execution, but it didn’t post :(.
    I’ll just say: GREAT WORK, YUMMY PASTA!

  36. That was simply fantastic. Not only did it have an original, interesting concept but it’s prose flowed wonderfully and I was hanging on every word.
    Some points:

    1) I liked the twist that new “cursed” products are being passed on in a way similar to the movie “Ring”, but the end where the last guy was found burned and headless seemed a little…..rushed. I’m sure that a little editing will reap some major rewards.

    2) As mentioned before, “copulate” does mean sex! This was the only part that seemed out of character for the doctor. “Pulsate” or another similar word would, in my opinion, fit a lot better.

    But overall…… SUPREME PASTA, 9/10, well done!

  37. If half of you took the time and effort that you take to bitch about someone else’s ideas and actually focus that in to your own creativity, maybe you could finally satisfy yourself. Or, you would realize that it’s not easy to come up with new and original material, and you’d hate your own pasta. Either way, I don’t think it matters to anyone else, does it?

  38. While this isn’t a Grade-A pasta, it is certainly better than the rubbish that has been clogging up the place for weeks.

    A really interesting idea let down by a fairly rough execution.

  39. The word “copulate” can also imply a feeling of penetration or intimate closeness to the physical body…. which is what the lenses have done since they’ve melted in to his head and manifest through the mutation. Maybe that explains my reasoning in using the word…. plus it’s just a cool word. ;)

  40. I really liked it, up until the point after Stan died. The idea of the contacts disappearing into his eyes and something trying to claw them out terrified me (I have major issues with the thought of eye damage), but after that, I think it lost its stream. As others have said, the description of the bat thing didn’t freak me out, and the ending didn’t seem as strong as it had been toward the beginning. I tend to feel that the threat is scary when kept in the shadows. I liked it, but I didn’t love it.

  41. lol, I got an eye infection and wrote a horror short about it. If you don’t like it, move on to the next one….. I don’t really know what to tell you.

  42. I liked it, the idea was new and executed fairly well, though I think you’ve written some much stronger stuff before. At least you’re keeping up on the writing :)

    But like I said in the forums: copulates??? “To engage in sexual intercourse.” It just trips up the whole flow, which is otherwise just fine.

  43. As always, great pasta. That’s all I can really say to your work these days. Honestly, you should do this shit professionally.

  44. I can honestly say I have yet to see a pasta about Demon Contacts, and I liked this one. It was lacking that “brick to the face” lots of pastas have at the end, but the creepiness did get to me. The way the “All is normal” stuff was dragged out felt like someone building a masterfully crafted tower just to knock it down, and I liked it. I was very happy to see I was wrong when I rolled my eyes and said “The contacts are other peoples eyes.”
    This pasta gives me hope that not all new submissions will be stupid ritual pastas, or ones that make no sense, or are just re-submissions of older pastas. 9/10

  45. Am i the only one who didnt like this? maybe it was just because i found it confusing a little bit, but i also though the idea was kinda lame. Scary contact lenses that do something is all i got out of it.

  46. At first I felt the story was going slightly too fast and describing too much, and was worried it was headed for something cheesy about Satan or hell (which bore me for some reason), but then it was just too bad-ass with just enough mystery, it’d make a great movie.

  47. I love the concept- like, seriously love it. But the writing? Ehh, it kind of sucked. Not much sentence variety and the descriptions couldn’t been way better.

  48. I did like it, but the writing on the whole was a little weak. I had to look past it in order to enjoy the story, especially around the midpoint. I thought it was going to be predictable, but it turned out differently than I expected.

    Nice job, proofread harder next time and it’ll be much better.

  49. @Tekkactus — There’s actually a similar creature to this called the penanggallan, except it’s a type of vampire and it’s head detaches from it’s body to fly around strangling people with its innards. Lots of horrible stories associated with people’s heads slowly rotting off and their hair falling off, etc etc

  50. I love how his sanity kind of just starts to leave over the course of the story, and he doesn’t seem to realize it. Or maybe, that is just the world going to hell around him.
    Nom nom nom <3

  51. My only complaint that the way you describe the bat-thing isn’t the least bit frightening; if anything it’s kinda funny. The mental image I got looked like Quark from Star Trek. Up until that point this was one of the best main-site pastas in weeks.

  52. @WHO WAS PHONE?
    Ok, I liked, but it wasn’t that good… I found it scary only when I put myself in the situation. I concluded the lenses where a gateway to hell, or something like it. Good pasta, but no bricks were shat.

  53. Pretty damn good. Strange subject, as well – who ever heard of parasitic contacts that fuck your eyes (and sanity) up?

  54. Some spelling mistakes here and there, and the one use of language seemed out of place – Dr Mendez doesn’t really seem the swearing type, especially not in that context.

    Overall, I liked it. I enjoyed how you dragged out all the good stuff before going into the bad stuff. The dread really mounts up.

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