19 Sep I Can’t See Without My Glasses

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📅 Published on September 19, 2025

“I Can’t See Without My Glasses”

Written by Sebastian Star
Edited by Craig Groshek
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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Leave it up to me to try to do something beneficial, and end up ruining my life in the process. All I wanted to do was go to the gym and right as I stepped through the threshold, BOOM! I trip and fall and my glasses go flying off my face, and somehow manage to shatter on the concrete outside. It’d be one thing if it were just a crack or a scratch on my lens, but no! The whole damn frame broke; I couldn’t even fix it with super glue. I ended up having to drive, blind as a bat, to the optometrist office, which was 25 minutes across town. I know people sometimes over exaggerate when it comes to the humor of not being able to function properly without their glasses, but I’m not one of those people. It is so hard to even make out street signs and speed limits without the crystal clearness of my frames. And when it rains? Oh my goodness, it’s like driving underwater; I can’t see anything! It’s a pain to go through the motions of getting my glasses fixed, and an even bigger pain with getting a new prescription. In all fairness, I was long overdue for a new pair of glasses, so I guess the universe was trying to tell me something. Unfortunately, due to my astigmatism, my new glasses wouldn’t be ready for another 2 weeks! Damn lens’ have to be “special ordered”.

So now what am I supposed to do?

My eyesight has always been pretty bad, and over the years, it’s only gotten worse. And whenever I don’t have my glasses on, I squint so hard it makes my head hurt. Everything looks brighter, closer, farther away, blurry, foggy, and fuzzy all at the same time. It’s just…frustrating! I work on a computer all day, I can’t afford to not have my glasses. I don’t wanna deal with migraines and blurred vision, not to mention having a poor work performance on the count of me not being able to see…

My astigmatism is extremely bad in my left eye, so bad in fact that I have to get a new prescription every year. The tests don’t get any easier either; My visual acuity test has never been fun to perform, but for some reason, this particular time was beyond bizarre. Usually, for a clear sighted person, the giant bulky letters that are plastered across the screen are crystal clear and easy to identify; for me, usually, I have the hardest time identifying the letters that would be visible in, say, a kindergarten classroom. But this time, the letters that flashed across my vision not only blurred but phased, changing before my very eyes into odd shapes and even numbers? I didn’t know how to tell the optometrist, let alone explain how the H became a 4, the Q became an O, the P somehow became an S, and the W became an M all in a matter of milliseconds…

I shook my head, pushing away the thought that perhaps I was just going crazy and further ran with the notion that I just needed new glasses. My tests were done, as expected my eye sight had worsened since my last visit, but still no sign of any cancers or disease. Just…really shitty eyesight, but healthy eyes nonetheless.

“I’ll see you in a few weeks, Ms.Moore.” my optometrist said, handing me a piece of paper with my prescription on it. I didn’t say anything, I just took the paper and walked out, frustrated, and still managed to run into a small glasses’ stand on the way… This was gonna suck…

The next few days were a literal blur. Work was hell. I told my boss that I had broken my glasses and could hardly see the microscopic words that danced in emails and tracking sheets across my computer screen. At first, he thought I was bluffing. But then he observed my work

performance for the day and noted how slow and cautious I was moving over the keyboard. He helped me enlarge the text on my computer screen, which helped but I still couldn’t see the letters on my keyboard. So he had one of the mail ladies lend their keyboard to me. Bulky old letters pressed against my fingertips as light chuckles echoed from behind me in a crowd of faded whispers. I couldn’t see the smirks on their faces, but I could feel them.

“Nice keyboard, Miranda!” someone shouted behind me. “ You leave the bifocals at bingo?” I could hear the cackling laughs from a few others. How old were these guys, five? It wasn’t even that funny…I brushed it off and kept working. My boss eventually shooed them away and gave me an encouraging pat on the back.

“I understand you’re frustrated Miranda.” he said, “but you’re doing just fine. The work is…consistent. And that’s all that matters.” He sighed. “Look, if you want to, you can work from home til you get your glasses back. Maybe you’ll be more comfortable.”

“I’m not a charity case, Joe” I said, “I can handle a bit of teasing. It’s not like I haven’t heard it before.” I continued typing, and tried to relax, as Joe simply nobbed and walked away. I appreciated the gesture, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for the day to be over.

I finally made it home, it took a few tries, but I managed to get my front door open. Walking into the dark, chilly emptiness of my little house was comforting. The stillness and silence invited me in like a warm hug from my mother. I embraced it, collapsing in the chair in my living room and sitting still for a few minutes. I was exhausted, more exhausted than usual after a long work day, but forced myself to get up so I could change and go to the gym. It was a decent enough time spent there. I worked out for a solid 45 minutes and made it to the grocery store just in time to pick up food for dinner that night.

My dinner was light, chicken salad and a small bowl of cheese and rice. I watched TV until I was ready to pass out. I left all my dishes in the sink to be done in the morning and headed for bed. As I prepped, I could hear these…creaks. Like someone walking around my attic maybe. I brushed it off as maybe a bat or squirrel and turned on my radio. As the cool melodies of the late night station rang out, I tucked myself in and was out before the first song ended. The dim light of my bedroom acted as a dreamlight, making me feel very cozy.

When I woke up in the morning, my radio was off. It was 7:15am, about 20 minutes before my alarm was set to ring, but it was dead quiet. I’m also pretty sure I had left my light on, and yet it was off too. I told myself that last night was long and dreary, and maybe I really had turned them all off, or maybe I woke in the middle of the night and turned them off in my sleep?

I stirred from bed and lazily made my way to the kitchen. I figured I wasn’t going to fall back asleep and 20 minutes wasn’t enough time for a snooze, so I got some coffee started. When I looked in the sink, my dishes were…washed. Sparkling clean plates, bowls and cups set on my countertop rather than stained in a draining sink. I scratched my head and squinted hard. I know for a fact I left my dishes untouched in the sink. But maybe I came back and washed those too?

I didn’t have time to ponder on it. I took a quick shower as my coffee brewed and was out the door by 8:15. As I drove to work, I pondered over my morning and tried to make sense of it all. I know I get pretty confused sometimes, and yesterday was a long, exhausting, overstimulating day, but I know I wasn’t going crazy. I brushed the thoughts away and proceeded with my day. Yet another day of slick comments and sly smirks. I didn’t care; I was

listening to music all day to avoid any ignorant, childish comments that may have flown my way and it honestly made the day go by faster. By the time I got home, I had a decent amount of energy and got dressed right away to go to the gym. As I went for my water bottle I had left on the kitchen table, it was gone.

“What the hell?” I said out loud to myself; looking around the kitchen in confusion. I could’ve sworn I left it there last night. I went back to my room, even checked the bathroom, just to make sure I didn’t bring it in there by accident.

“I’m losing my mind…where is it?” I said aloud, still scrambling the living room in search of my water bottle. Suddenly, I heard something shift from the kitchen, like the refrigerator door opening, then closing. I didn’t move at first. I stayed still, listening, waiting to see if anything else was going to move. For a long while, I heard nothing, so I slowly made my way into the kitchen to see my water bottle, sitting on the edge of the sink, full to the brim with water, the outer surface freshly wet as if someone just put it down. It was pretty dark in my kitchen so I flicked a light on before stepping all the way in. I didn’t see, couldn’t see, anyone or anything. I snatched the bottle and rushed to the door; as I turned to lock it, I thought I saw a shadow waving at me. Looking back, I noticed it was just my own reflection from the window on the door. I stared at it, shuddered slightly and hopped in my car…

At the gym, I did everything I could to keep my mind off what was possibly going on in my house. Was I going crazy all of a sudden? Am I delusional? Seeing things? Hearing things? Or am I just scrambling because…my glasses! My stupid fucking glasses! It’s got me seeing things that aren’t there. And I had another week and a half to put up with this shit!

I cut my workout short, and headed straight home. I looked around the dark and empty house, going through every room and turning on every light. I made mental notes of where everything was and what I was using. I turned the TV on and up, full blast, rewatching some old cartoons and made a bowl of cereal. I kept my eyes wide open and alert as I ate, looking around every few seconds to see if anything changed. It took about an hour for me to get tired enough to fall asleep, leaving the half finished bowl of cereal on the table in front of me and the TV still on and loud. I managed to get quite comfortable quite quickly, and the next thing I knew, it was morning.

My TV was off, and so were the lights. My cereal bowl was gone, and I had a blanket over me. I nearly jumped out of my skin, breathing hard and pacing my living room. I went to see if any other lights had been turned off, and sure enough, they had. All of them. I could feel tears build up in my sockets and my face grew hotter. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, I was beginning to panic. I grabbed my bag and boulted out of my house. I jumped in my car, shaking violently as I struggled to get the key in the ignition. I got it started and sped off into the morning. My eyes swelled with water and I couldn’t see a thing. I didn’t care, I just drove and kept driving until that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach went away. I ended up at the park where I used to go when I was a child; my happy place. I parked at the top of the hill and cried. I cried so hard I choked on the air that could barely pass my throat. I cried until I coughed, until my stomach crapped. I felt confused, uneasy, rattled, shaken, terrified.

What in the fuck was happening? I couldn’t explain it, I couldn’t rationalize it; but I also couldn’t figure out why I was so affected by it. Maybe because I couldn’t do anything with it, I couldn’t make it go away. If there truly was something otherworldly going on, why was it only presenting itself now? Because I don’t have my glasses? Because I know I wouldn’t be able to

see it for what it was if I did? Was I cured? Haunted? Possessed? What was this? What was I? I had more questions than I had answers to, and I knew I needed to find out. Thankfully it was Saturday and I didn’t have work. I had enough to hold me over at a motel for the next few nights and texted my boss to see if I could still work from home. In the meantime I had some real work to do…

It took a while to compile all the books from the library and even longer for me to read them, but it seemed like what I was dealing with was something along the lines of a poltergeist. This spirit had some unfinished business either with me or with my home but I wasn’t going out without a fight. Now that I understood what I was up against, I felt as if I had an advantage. I did my work from the libraries, spent most of my time at the gym and would go out to eat for dinner; I didn’t go back to my house. I read book after book about poltergeist and how to get rid of them. I reached out to paranormal investigators, read blogs and watched videos on how others have dealt with these things; most of them acted as more of a what Not to do manual. By the time the following Thursday rolled around, I felt like I was ready. It was late, maybe 10:30 by the time I made it back home. The house was dark, and very quiet. The shadows that lingered in the halls no longer felt inviting and comforting. I took every step with a seal of caution, trying my best not to make a sound. It felt like I was holding my breath for hours; when I finally exhaled, I felt a brush of cool air hit the back of my neck. I spun around so fast I tripped over the rug in the middle of the room and tumbled in a criss-cross sitting position on the floor, but I was back on my feet as quickly as I fell.

“I felt that…” I said, shaking my phone up in the air until the flashlight came on, shining light on any and every surface I could. I went for the lamp on the side table. I clicked it, but nothing happened. I could hear the creeks coming from the hall and turned to face the sound. I couldn’t see anything down my hall; the walls were painted with thick, black blotches and shadows, it was almost like looking into a vortex. The light from the phone seemed to get lost as it tried to stretch through the darkness of the hall. It crept up on me like a snake or serpent. My breathing became more and more hostile, like I was hyperventilating. I could hear the dragging coming from the hall, but nothing moved. Everything was so eerily still that it felt like time had stopped. This isn’t really happening, I thought to myself, this can’t be happening right now…

But it was, as I blinked out my tears, the hall shifted and faded. Everything started morphing into itself and moving in outward directions, until eventually, it looked somewhat like a regular hallway again; but there was something unfamiliar.

There was a figure there; my phone light was finally able to reach the wall at the end of the hall, but it was eclipsed by something. No, someone. The figure appeared to be a woman, long and slender. I couldn’t make out the details of her frame, but I saw her long, thin dress hugging her narrow hips and tiny torso. Her limbs looked like they were morphed into her body and her neck was long, like a giraffe. Her hair was a wild bush of kinky, thick, matted curls that tangled and weaved into themselves over and over, like a tattered old wool sweater or ball of cotton. The only thing on this figure that was clear for me to see were the eyes. They were bright, like when light shines on the eyes of a dog or a cat and the light illuminates the socket, but their eyes were a glowing brilliant orange, like the moon. They were massive, No pupils, no dilation, no soul lurking behind the lens…I shook violently to my core, quivering until I caved in on myself. I tried to scream but before I could, it sprinted at me. I tried to run in the other

direction but my leg slammed right into the side table and I smashed my face on the floor. For a minute I could still see the light from my phone, but almost in an instant, everything around me went dark…

I don’t know how long I was out for, I just remember waking up and I was in my bed. I had a bandage over my forehead, a glass of water on my bedside, and a weighted blanket across my body. I sat up, quick as a whip, and looked around my bedroom. I was so confused…I didn’t feel like I was in immediate danger anymore, but I was also still very uncomfortable. I got up, slowly, went to the bathroom to examine my head, the bandage was well secured and the scar underneath looked like it was just about healed.

“How long was I out?” I asked out loud, when suddenly my phone began ringing. I found it sitting on my nightstand, plugged into its charger. I didn’t bother questioning it and answered. It was my boss.

‘Hello, Miranda? Are you ok?”

I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 10:30am! “Oh my gosh! Joe, I’m late, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened…”

“No no, Miranda, it’s ok” he said, cutting me off. “Your mom had called me Friday morning and said you were in some kind of accident.”

“Wait, what?” I froze.

“Your mother? She gave me a call from your phone, saying she was with you at your home. Said you hit your head pretty hard, I guess a gym equipment accident? She told me you’d be out for a few days. I was just calling to check in.”

I gasped softly, touching my forehead along the line of the bandage. I looked back at my phone; it was Monday morning. I was out for three days.

“Hello?” I could hear Joe on the phone, “Hello, Miranda? Are you there?” I struggled to find the moisture in my mouth as I tried to wet my lips to speak. “Yes…” I whispered, “Yes Joe, I’m here. I actually…” I looked over towards my bed. Past the weighted blanket and glass of water was a silhouette standing in the corner of my room. In the brightness of the morning, I could see a bit more of its detail; the thick, wild hair that seemed to electrify in every direction, the glowing orange eyes staring blankly at me, the haunting and daunting expression on its face, and…a smile, “I actually just woke up and I…guess I needed a minute to… gather my thoughts. Everything is still…very blurry.”

“Well, just take your time, Miranda. No need to rush things. I understand you’ve been having a hard time, so I hope you’re just taking care of yourself.”

“Thank you.” I choked, trying not to cry. “Thank you Joe. I really appreciate that.” “And give your mother my best regards.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I fought back more tears.

“I will. Thank you.” I hung up the phone, and fumbled to the floor, sobbing loudly. My back started to ache, my stomach started to twist, my throat felt jagged and sharp like I had swallowed a bucket of needles, my tears stung my cheeks like little bees, my head throbbed and spun. I curled into a little ball, feeling like I was about to die.

My mother; she called Joe and told him I was hurt, she tucked me in, she patched my wounds, she washed my dishes, turned off my lights; she took care of me. She was still taking care of me, even though she’s been dead for 5 years, left me the house, and always made sure I was well off. She was always looking out for me, even though she knew I could take care of

myself, but she was still taking care of me. After all this time, she was still doing what she did best, being a mother to me, her only child. Her little girl…

I could feel light taps on my back, soothing, comforting, caring touches…I could feel her, and it hurt so much to know I couldn’t see her…

By Wednesday, I was doing much better. I was ready to get back to work, but first, I had to pick up my new glasses.

“Good morning, Ms.Moore. How are we doing today?” my optometrist smiled. “I’ve seen better days” I laughed, a little optometrist humor that he could really appreciate. “Oh I’m sure.” he laughed “well I think I can make that even better for you.” he reached down under his deck and pulled out a little box, a small cloth and a spray bottle. Out of the box he retrieved my glasses, new glasses case and a ticket with my name on it. He sprayed each lens and wiped it clean with the cloth before handing me the frames.

“Lets try these out.” he smiled, handing me the glasses. I slid them on my face, and immediately, I could see things so clearly; the big, bright sign above the frame racks, promoting their BuyOne GetOne sale, the vivid photos of the eyeglass models between every other mirror along the walls of the store, the deep dark blue and gray checkered color pattern of the carpet, and of course, the tall, lean, slender frame of a ghostly figure standing directly behind the optometrist. I could see all her features in perfect detail; her matted, kinky curls were more defined, they shot up in random swirls all around her long, oval shaped face, her massive orange eyes, still with no pupils, no dilation, no soul, her dress was tethered and ragged, hugging her slim frame an torse, daunting an embedded corset filled with pearls and gems. The dress dragged onto the floor, leaving a train of dust and speckled moss behind her. Her wide, toothy smile filled her entire face, gazing into my eyes with joy and compassion.

“Well, now, Ms.Moore, how does that feel? Seeing better?” the optometrist asked with a pleasant smile.

All I could do was smile back, “Yes. In fact, everything’s so clear to me now.”