I awoke with their names on my lips. After spending a few hours racking my brain for some movie I might have gotten it from and manifesting some lame destiny – I could not come up with any alternate sources – other than some divine or unholy even, intervention. Greeble is the term embedding in my brain, or Greebles being the plural version of the word.
I normally see them out of the corner of my eye – living in my peripheral vision only. Normal people I meet everyday when I decide to leave the house, when they pass and make their way behind me transform into their Greeble states. Not so long ago I thought that everyone other than me was afflicted with this alternate state of devilishness, but I have seen others like me… other people who look upon me with distrust and fear of every other person who passes by them. There are other pure people like myself – but we never seem to congregate for long – something always seems to break us up and separate us as quickly as we realized we were similar.
Normally when I realize there is one watching me, skulking nearby I twist to catch his gaze but I only see their human shape. The broad toothy grin is gone, and the black eyes – with no whites at all, are normal and almost apologetic. It was last night, however, that I saw one in my dream, looking right at me as I stared it right in the face.
Its face is the same shape as a regular face I guess. The shape always looks the same in my periphery, its just the features that alter during those stalked times. Its mouth is broad and spans from cheekbone to cheekbone while elevated to the center of the head, making for a huge chin. The eyes are in the same location as you would expect, but with sallow lids and circles under them, hiding and withdrawn as if hiding from the light. There was no nose that I could distinguish, or at least remember much about which explains the near-panting movements of the mouth as they breath to steam bifocals from yards away. His complexion was grayish, or at least deathly ill – and had thick wiry hair. Not like greasy wiry like you would expect on a bum, no, more like several millimeter thick hair, twisting in a few strands back from his brow to the rear of his head.
His breath was upon me and seemed to pass right through my very being. And instinctively I knew the name: Greeble.
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