Eyes of Static

The officer leaned back in his seat, exhausted. He had spent all night trying to solve the mystery of a boy who disappeared years earlier in a city wide black out.
No evidence suggested he ran away, nothing proved he died, he wasn't kidnapped, not suicide, there wasn't even a body. The officer, whose name tag read "Mike", had nothing to work with.
Mike sighed and took a sip of his coffee before going back to the computer screen.
"Dammit, what could have happened to this kid." He muttered to himself.
"No body, no blood, no signs of forced entry, no signs of any entry, it's like he vanished into thin air." Mike decided he'd call it a night, he had nothing to work with today, he figured maybe tomorrow something would show up, some sort of witness, maybe someone could find a piece of evidence once missed before.
When he went outside, all was dark. none of the street lights were on. Mike swore again and flipped on a small light to help him search for his car. He switched it off when he found it. He pulled on the door handle to find it locked. Mike swore a few more times and dug into his pockets, trying to find his keys. He switched the flashlight on again and looked into the car. He swore more than just a few more times when he saw he had locked his keys inside.
He realized, the only way to get back to his house was to walk up the woods, holding only a dim light. He shuttered at the idea, but then remembered a conversation he had with his wife earlier, and steeled his nerves, he was a police officer after all.
The woods were pitch black, and the light only went a few yards. Soon enough, Mike thought he heard whispering in the back of his head. He turned around to see nothing. Dismissing this as his imagination, he moved on. After an hour of trecking, and turning around to "whispers" Mike finally made it home, and was greeted by his beautiful wife. And after he ate, his wife kept the promise she made earlier that evening.
At midnight, the whispers Mike heard earlier that night came back, but louder. They sounded like, a mix of peoples voices, mainly children voices, but some adults were heard. They asked him if he wanted to play. Mike opened his eyes and decided to find out what the hell was going on, it was clear there must have been someone trying to prank him. He put on his boxers, then his pants, a t-shirt, and grabbed a gun and a much more powerful flashlight from his drawer.
The house was quiet, but something seemed, off. Mike looked down the stairs and before he shined the light down, he thought he saw...eyes...just big, white disks, that gave the appearance of static. He sent the beam of light, and was greeted by nothing. He was certain he saw something, and the whispers didn't let up, they kept repeating that all they wanted, was to play.
Mike searched the house, until he decided that it might not have been in the house at all, and went out to search the yard. What was waiting for him was the deformed shape of a man, and those eyes. It smiled and extended it's hand. Again, the whispers asked if he wanted to play. The response was the firing of Mike's gun. The bullets hit, but the creature was un-damaged. It frowned, and opened its mouth, wider than any human could.
The creature screamed, but not in real life, in Mike's mind. It was so loud and piercing, his ears, eyes, and nose all started to bleed. Mike dropped the flashlight and the gun, when he did, the beast stopped screaming... moved closer... closer to Mike, who was on the ground sobbing. The creature showed no mercy.
In the morning Mike's wife was greeted by two surprises, one was that she was pregnant, and the other was that all that was left of her husband, was a pile of blood and organs left on the front doorstep.
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