Gloves

In a beautiful country with crisp green grass and stars that seem to dance at midnight, lies a dirty secret. For you see, all the happy citizens and peaceful days were fabricated for the mere purpose of hiding the country’s legacy as the victim of the unnamed criminal simply called X.

Long before X preyed on the children and elders of the country, the country dismissed tales of X’s crimes. They were ignorant and labelled every warning of him as the words of a mad man.

To them, no such creature could exist. What a bizarre concept it was to them! There was no way that a person could just vanish. It was simply ludicrous.

Unfortunately for them, it seemed that X had caught wind of their sayings. How frightfully angry he must have been! Every man with an ounce of common sense would know that doing anything to even remotely make X mad is digging your own grave. And so, X started his reign of terror over the country like a plague of the rats.

X made sure to expose the country’s inhumane ways of life. He snatched homeless orphans and the sick elderly and stockpiled them in his tenebrous lair like how a dragon stocks his gold.

Meanwhile, the country’s leaders didn’t bat an eye. This angered the citizens, and they demanded justice for their dead friends and family, but to no avail. Over time, a rift began to form between the citizens and their leaders. Only when the leaders began to lose their profits due to boycotting did they finally take action.

During their investigations, they made a peculiar discovery. After they had vanished, the only thing that witnesses reported seeing was a pair of white tuxedo gloves and that a pair of them showed up on something the victim loved not long after.

X was then aptly renamed “Gloves”.

However, the investigators quickly ran into a dead end. Up until this point, everyone thought that X was a human; but it just didn’t seem right. They asked around, but they only got more confused. Even during daytime attacks, when Gloves snatched his victims, witnesses only saw gloves. No head, torso, or legs. It didn’t add up. Some people joked that he was probably one of the ghosts from the Unseen.

One detective and his beloved dog travelled to many countries, telling locals of Gloves’ story and asking if it reminded them of something. He travelled for months but he eventually found someone who knew something.

The detective was ecstatic. He pulled out his pen and paper, tied his dog to the post outside the house, and jotted down everything the local told him. Throughout the stay, however, the detective began to feel uneasy. The stories of Gloves were horrid and disturbing, and eventually, the detective called off the stay.

He forgot about his dog and didn’t hear it’s barks as it tried to get it’s master’s attention.

As the detective stumbled out of the house and down the moonlit roads, crickets chirped in the peace of the night as a pair of gloves was found near the dog.

One thing did come to light, though. The brave local travelled to the detective’s country and told the detective’s coworkers a brief summary of who Gloves was:

The king of the Unseen.

The coworkers were shocked. They questioned the local mercilessly. The Unseen was just a folk tale; it wasn’t true!

The local laughed. She didn’t reply. She suddenly grabbed hold of their ankles and the mere 3 men screamed with the thundering voice of a thousand armies as they were dragged into a dire pit. There, they were shown scenes that would not only prove that the woman was right but haunt their minds until the day they died.

They left the place soon after and the local was gone, and although they were unscathed in the body their minds would never be well.