Optometrists and Visions

That was the first time I saw the apparition. With a stubborn mind and terrible vision to blame the phenomena on, I even went so far as to see it ten more times.

Every single time, it terrified me. The figure held a presence that seemed to darken any shadow it emerged from. It always stood in front of the darkness. I think that’s where it lives.

My optometrist told me that my vision is still clear. I made them double-check, hoping to find some reasonable explanation for the visions I had seen. I think I would have lived in denial forever if it hadn’t been for my Kayla.

Kayla is my daughter. She’s only five, and she is my entire world. That’s why it concerned me so much when she began to stare off into space. It started small at first; she would look to the side whilst we played and giggle. I would ask her what she was looking at, and she would say her imaginary friend.

Then, when we were reading her favourite bedtime story, she would point at the colourful pictures. But she didn’t explain how much she loved the colours. No, she asked me why all the characters were “shadowy people”. I booked an appointment with a paediatric optometrist the next day.

It never occurred to me that the figure I had been seeing and my daughter’s sudden behaviour was linked. The rational part of my brain had already chalked up my visions as nothing more than stress-induced poor vision and part of my recovery from the treatment.

Kayla took the eye test for children near Brighton and it came back perfect. The optometrist explained that she had passed the visual test with flying colours. The figure appeared as we exited the clinic, and Kayla pointed straight at it.

The figure raised a twisted, unnaturally long arm in response. Kayla giggled. I wanted to cry. Since then, we haven’t had a day without the figure watching us. It has started coming closer. It watches us both. I don’t think it enjoys watching from the sidelines anymore.

Please, if you read this, we need the MA Archives’ help. You guys know paranormal stuff right? Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything before it’s too late.