This story has been on my computer for some time.  I haven't published it because there is just something wrong with it but I can't find it. So not being able to find whats wrong with it, I decided to publish it.

How? he asked him self. How can he see me with out eyes. How can he track me with those empty sockets.
The Man looked down at the little bit of light coming from beneath the closet door. In the light, a shadow.
God in heaven he's found me! The Man thought.
From the other side of the door The Eyeless Man laughed. The Man could hear the knob of the door turn.
The Man had survived the abuse of his father, survived in the worse of Iraq, he was not going to die here, not now. He had a good job, a loving wife, he had just learned to forgive his father and a child on the way. No. Not here. Not now. He has too much to live for!
The door swung open The Man tackled The Eyeless Man forcing him to the floor. The Man summand all his strength and punched The Eyeless Man. 4, 5, 6, 7 times but The Eyeless Man just laughed. The Eyeless Man pushed The Man off him, they both got to their feet. The Eyeless Man laughed then lunged his knife at The Man, The Man grabbed The Eyeless Mans arm, the blade just fractions of an inch from his chest. They wrestled for the knife, The Man pushed forwarded forcing the knife into The Eyeless Mans gut. The Eyeless Man, with out a bruise, with out having bled single drop of blood, laughed. The Man shocked and dismayed grabbed The Eyeless Man by the collar and forced him into the closet The Man had hid in. The Man slammed the closet door and took a chair from next to the closet and propped against the door, beneath the knob, trapping The Eyeless Man in side
The Eyeless Man banged against the door vainly trying to force it open. The Man, in shock stood in front of the door. The Eyeless Man laughed and banged on the door harder. This snapped The Man out of it and he ran from the apartment.
Frantically running down the hallways of the building, he removed a cell phone from his pocket.
"Come on!" he said. "Signal, signal please find a signal."
But the phone could not find a single and no matter how far he ran from the closet that trapped The Eyeless Man, he herd him laughing and banging on the closet door. Louder and louder it got, the laughing and the banging.
"Come on!" The Man screamed at the phone but there was no signal for it to find.
Frustrated he threw the phone to the floor. He started to search the apartments for a phone but they were locked, every door he tried, locked and the laughing and the banging got louder and louder.
"Shut up!" he screamed then kicked a door open.
He searched the apartment looking for a phone.
A phone he thought. A phone, please I need a goddamn phone!
But he found no phone. He went to the next apartment, kicked open the door but it was completely empty. In the third apartment, he found not a phone but something he though would be better. A gun cabinet with a pump action shot gun and a box of shot gun shells. He stood before the gun cabinet and laughed.
Yes! he thought.
The gun cabinet was locked. He looked around for something to braked the glass. He saw on a shelf on the other side of the room, trophy's, little league trophy's. He grabbed one and threw it through the glass the the gun cabinet. He grabbed the shot gun and loaded it.
Now come after me you eyeless freak! he thought.
He left the apartment and moved on to the next, he kicked in the door and found a phone.
"Yes!" he yelled. "Thank God! Yes!"
He ran up to the table with the phone, placed the shot gun on the table and picked up the phone and dialed 911. He placed the phone to his ear and heard, on the phone, the laughing and banging of The Eyeless Man.
The closet door gave way. The Man herd it give way. The Eyeless Man was free.
The Man dropped the phone. He could feel the presence of The Eyeless Man. The Man turned, looked behind him and there The Eyeless Man stood.
The Man grabbed the shot gun, turned around and emptied it into The Eyeless Man with no effect. The Eyeless Man stood there, uninjured. His hideous, scared eyeless face staring at The Man.
The Man, trembling, dropped the shot gun. His thoughts turned to his wife, his unborn child and even his father. Tears began streaming from his eyes.
"Oh God." The Man said. "Please help me."
© Casey L. Hoover 2009 all rights reserved