It was the beginning of a cold winter in the northern Rockies. The first snow had left a two foot blanket on the ground.

Jim and Greg had been prospecting for gold and silver since late June. They were now snowed in, but well prepared for the long winter to come. Their had begun five years earlier and had now progressed to the point where one would certainly give his life for the other. Greg was 5”8 with red hair and freckles. Jim was 6’1” and likewise had red hair and freckles. Their was one distinguishing feature that Jim possessed, he had a one green eye. There was no iris to speak of, just a small black pupil surrounded by a phosporecent green. Just looking at it would send shivers up your spine.

After five months of working together Greg was beginning to be disturbed by the eye. At night he could see the dull green glow of the eye from his upper bunk. He began to imagine that the eye was staring at him from the bottom bunk. One of the things that terrified him most about the eye, was the fact that it never closed.

Greg told Jim about the problem with the eye, but Jim just could not keep it closed. They tried to tape it shut. This worked for a while, but late at night his eye would pop open again.

Greg could not stand it anymore, one night he took out his hunting knife and planted it firmly in Jim’s chest. He then cut up the body and placed under the floorboards. He took the eye and diced into little pieces and put it with the rest of the body. He then took his pack and his snowshoes and began walking toward the nearest town, twenty miles away. After the first five miles Greg stopped to rest. He glanced over his shoulder and thought he saw a green speck on the horizon. A cold shiver ran down his and he immediately moved on. He walked another ten miles and made camp.

The next day he arrived at the town. To his dismay he found no one in the local hotel or any of the stores. The town appeared deserted. He then went to the homes and there he saw the most shocking thing in his life. Groups of people, all dead from one cause or another. They were knifed, shot, strangled, and mangled. Each one had a green dot on their forehead, and each one was missing an eye.

He went to the tavern and poured himself a drink, a big drink. As he turned his head to the window he saw the green eye staring in at him. He then understood, the eye was following him. He leaped over the bar and hid in the corner. At the end of the bar he could see the eye moving slowly toward him. It was moving closer and closer. Soon it was one foot away from him. He then heard a voice deep in his mind, “I am the green eye, you will do whatever I say, for I am taking over your mind and body. You have no will of your own.” The eye then moved forward and implanted itself in Greg’s left eye socket.