I can't see how anybody should care, but this is an experience I completely underestimated until I experienced it, and I feel like I need to get it out...
I was twelve years old when I read Kurt Vonnegut's "The Kid No One could handle" from his rather well known collection "Welcome to the Monkey House". In this particular story, Vonegut periodically describes the troubled child character as to have "oyster eyes". It wasn't until two years later that I realized what he meant.
I saw a hard sculpted human face holding absolutley no trace of emotion whatsoever. The lips were thin and straight, the skin was marbled and pale, there was no muscle out of place. It was the face of a corpse.
And the eyes, they were just pure black abysses. They were deep, deep, portholes into emptiness. Complete, utter emptiness. The eyes were looking at me, though there was no person there, just blackness. Black, large, stones with a sparkled ring of blue around the edge.
It literally took the breath right from my lungs, like I had been punched directly in the gut. That face was so awfully vaccant, that I wasn't even sure if it could be called human.
I stared at nothingness. I saw a face with no soul. I saw eyes with no person behind them.
And it terrorfied me.
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