The man came home and saw his family dead on the couch. He vomited at the sight of their shocked and frightened faces, but worst of all was their eye sockets. Their eyes had been completely burned away, the skin around them scorched and scarred. A gelatinous soup ran from the sockets, and the man swore their brains had melted. There was a sound, and he hid. There was a light, and he shivered, and dawn broke when it found him. He gazed into the light, and it all made sense. As night turned to day, he saw the truth.
The Blinding Sight
Carter A. Jackson Drabble, Fiction, Horror 1 Minute
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