We weren't supposed to go into the attic, the rental contract told us it was off limits. They never gave us a reason so we just assumed the landlord was still using it as extra storage or whatever. Neither of us put any more thought into it beyond the passing joke that when anything went missing (as things always do during a move) it was definitely hiding in the attic.
Then we found a box of vintage eyeglasses under the bathroom sink. They were all a similar kind of oval gold frame with thick grey-tinted glass. At first we tried them on, giggling at how daft we looked, how ill fitting they were and how they made everything in the room look swirly.
It took wearing them to work to realise that the swirls were forming clear faces and figures that noticed us looking at them and ran towards us every time. Of course the moment the glasses were off we saw nothing, no strange figures or faces of any sort but the second we put them on again we'd be swarmed by translucent shapes that felt so cold it made our bones ache.
Last night I took a pair of glasses and pt my camera behind them. If it goes how I think it should then I can prove that we aren't going mad and that there is so much more around us than we can see with just our eyes.
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