When I was a kid all the children used to play in the woods on the
edge of town. Deep in the heart of the forest, there was an old,
run down, and ragged house that everyone whispered about. There
were all kinds of rumors about it being haunted, or that a monster
lived in the basement. My father even said he heard about a family
of cannibals that made it their home. One day while playing in the
woods, my brother, who was nine at the time, was bragging about how
he was the bravest kid in school. After a while, I got sick of
hearing him gloat, so I told him that if he really wanted to prove
himself, he should go into the basement of the old house. Of
course, I didn't think he would go through with it. Nobody ever set
foot in the house, but he was determined to prove his bravery. I
remember feeling guilt and anxiety when he walked through the door.
He stayed in there for quite a while, until the sun had set, but he
finally came out at dusk. Needless to say I was relieved. When he
returned, I asked him if he saw any monsters in the basement. He
simply grinned, answered, "Yes," then blinked his eyes. At that
moment I felt my blood run cold. It wasn't the grin. While I found
his smile disturbing, it's not what had caught my attention. Nor
was it his answer, as my brother was a known prankster at the time.
The thing that worried me, that chilled me to my very core, was the
fact that when he blinked his eyes, they shut the wrong way.