Experience Writing Day 12 -Microscopic Monsters
You’ve never heard of Alonzo Manzella because he died a very long time ago in a small town in Italy.
His brothers ( Alonzo died unmarried in 1835 ) dressed him in his finest suit and after his funeral his body was taken to the Crypts. After awhile in one of the small rooms he was taken to a great hall and he propped against a wall where he stood with other unmarried men. This all had smooth white plaster walls and sometimes the plaster fell away from the ceiling and it looked like it was snowing.
Alonzo’s jaw had been tied shut from the inside, so unlike the Mr Renata ( who stood to his left ) and Mr Salvatrice ( who stood to his right ) Alonzo did not appear to be screaming or yelling.
But one of Alonzo’s eye lids ( the left one ) had opened just a little and as the years went on it opened a little bit more and eventually it opened completely.
Now, unless you went nose to nose with Alonzo ( not advisable ) you would see that his eye socket was empty and you could reassure yourself that even though it looked like it- Alonzo could see nothing through his dried and desiccated eye socket.
Still. When you looked into Alonzo’s eye socked, it was like looking down a set of very dark and creepy basement stairs and even though your eyes told you nothing was there, something in your ear was screaming there was.
The tourists ( the Catacombs are very and people come from all over the world to visit them ) will swear up and down that the ” Mummy who opened his eye ” was watching them.
” You can see it, you can see his eye following you. ”
People weren’t supposed to take pictures of the mummies, but they did anyway and the internet is full of pictures of Alonzo’s eye- staring at you from the other side of your computer screen.
Alonzo even had a book and a movie written about him- in these stories he can see the day you will die and how and a clever medium – who ends up being possessed by Alonzo sees her own death and blah blah blah- it’s not a very good story.
Of course Alonzo is not an empty husky in dusty clothes. He’s a little bit more then that.
There is a little spark, a little bit of Alonzo that sometimes wakes up in a dark room and he can hear people talking about his eye, how it feels like he is watching them.
“So stupid, ” Alonzo tells himself ( at least he thinks he’s alone in his darkness ) I can’t see a thing. I’ve been blind my entire life.
