Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. "The Moving Finger" belongs to Stephen King. "Monsters" belongs to whoever the hell owns the show right now, and doesn't bother to put it on DVD. :(

AN: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. I finally finished this story. It took a while, because I really did lose focus with this story for a while and with fanfics in general. But I never forgot about it, and I always had this conclusion in mind. Since nobody guessed the cameos, I'll list the monsters and aspects of the nightmare in their order of appearance. Again, thanks a lot for the reviews. It's been a blast writing this story, and I hope that you guys enjoyed it despite the weird premise (or because of it). :)

Floating zombie - ghost from Silent Hill 3 (copyright Konami of America and Japan)

Orange, flaming sky - inspired by the Otherworld in the same game

Mysterious old man - The Tall Man from Phantasm (copyright Don Coscarelli)

There was also a deleted scene which I've omitted from this chapter, because it was too silly. If anyone would like to hear about it, I will gladly tell you about it over a PM. I also changed a joke near the end with Obi-Wan, because the one suggested by a certain reader on another forum really did fit better. And now, let's get on with the conclusion!

Part 6 – Day 4: Final Confrontation

He knew he should contact the Temple. He hadn't reported back in two days. They were probably starting to get worried. Well, Serra was probably worried. But he couldn't bring himself to contact them. If he did, he would have to explain what he'd been doing and they would surely believe he was crazy. That was his biggest fear: that the creature would vanish as soon as he reported it, leaving him insane in the eyes of the Council because he had no proof.

How many people had reported cryptic beings and extra-galactic visitors only to be dismissed because they had no proof? They were labeled madmen and hoaxers, mocked mercilessly and humiliated, all because they didn't bother to go after the evidence. Anakin didn't want to become one of those. If he found some way to defeat the creature, fine. He would take the evidence to the Council and let his claims be vindicated. Maybe he would even tell the story to his grandchildren someday. If not…well, then he would deal with that when the time came.

At least he had his own answers to this problem. Anakin believed he had pieced together what happened. Somehow, something had breached the barrier between this dimension and another, and a door way was opened into another dimension. That creature had come through the doorway and had somehow taken up residence in his apartment building, where it now haunted his every movement.

Sure, it was bizarre, but it was the best explanation he could come up with. And given what he had seen, and the note left at the door, it was the only thing that seemed to make sense. He knew that Obi-Wan wouldn't believe it, and neither would the Council. But the truth was stranger than most people believed sometimes. If things like the Force and other galaxies could exist, then why not other dimensions? Other places nobody had heard of, with creatures beyond imagining?

He had gone out to get fuel for his starfighter, spending most of that morning out of his apartment. It still wasn't feeling safe after last night's vision. The Temple provided him with fuel for his fighter, but he liked to use his own to get more boost from his craft – a mixture of their stuff and his own special brand he acquired at his most trusted dealer, with the meager funds provided to him by the Temple. Mixing fuels was something reserved for specialists, with flammable consequences for those who didn't get it right. But it worked for Anakin, and he got more boost from his starfighter than any other Jedi at the Temple.

He landed his speeder on the landing pad and went inside. He wasn't looking forward to going back to his apartment, but it had to be done. For some reason he felt compelled to check on up this matter instead of fleeing, to make sure the creature hadn't done any damage to something else. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so he settled down to catch up on some HoloNet news. It was around half an hour later that he noticed something was amiss. He got up from the terminal to take a break, and was stretching his legs when the training that was such an integral part of him came into focus.

Without a visible reason, he sensed a minor echo in the Force. It was only momentary, but it was there. Anakin went still. As soon as he stretched out with his senses, he realized that something was wrong. There was a tension there that spoke of a dangerous atmosphere. The air was frigid with something intangible. Something was happening. And Anakin had no illusions as to the cause of it.

He knew where it was coming from.

He cautiously approached the fresher. It was time to face his fear. Saber on hand, he reached out and keyed the access pad for the fresher. As soon as the door opened, Anakin jumped back startled. The Eye was there, hovering over the sink like a tentacle from the fiercest creature of the deep. The two stared each other down like rivals at a dueling contest, before the Eye made the first move. With a terrible hiss, it lunged at Anakin like a snake. But this time he was prepared. Acting almost instinctively, Anakin sliced through the creature, sending its head flying into the toilet. Swaying blindly, the long neck crashed sideways against the mirror, before it slumped down over the sink, blood pouring from its wound.

Anakin remained at the ready just in case it wasn't over. Suddenly a rumbling in the Force raged all around him. Suddenly, a rumbling in the Force raged all around him. To his horror, he saw tiny bones emerging from the bloody stump of a neck. Oh gods, it's reforming, he thought in a panic, Suddenly, a loud crash came from the kitchen which caught his attention. He went to check it out and what he saw horrified him. A large tentacle had broken through the sink, waving wildly over the counter. Anakin looked back at the fresher and saw that a second tentacle had emerged from the bathtub, standing just as long as its cousin. He looked back at the tentacle in the kitchen, which continued to thrash around wildly. What to do? What to do? He asked himself. He looked back at the eyestalk and discovered that it was now double the size it had previously been. It had already re-grown its 'head' and loomed taller than ever before.

"Oh my gods, it's getting bigger!" Anakin thought in despair. Distantly he wondered when he had gotten used to using this curse more than 'Force' inspired sayings for his curses, but he didn't have time for that right now. Suddenly, a rumbling coursed through the apartment under his feet, and Anakin was stricken with the horrifying thought.

Oh my gods, it's in the building.

More accurately, it was under the floor of the apartment, stretching all across the building.

How was he supposed to fight this?

"Anakin," a familiar voice said.

Anakin turned around and to his amazement, the spirit of Qui-Gon Jinn stood before him, shimmering with an ephemeral blue force field.

"Master Qui-Gon? How is this possible?" Anakin exclaimed in disbelief.

Qui-Gon ignored him. "Anakin, you must defeat this threat to the entire Jedi Order," the Jedi Master said earnestly. Suddenly, Gui-Gon's eyes widened in their ephemeral sockets.

"Anakin, behind you!"

Anakin got the barest glimpse of purple, scaly flesh before something brought him down to the floor. The tentacle had wrapped itself around his leg by the shin.

"Anakin! Nooooo!"

Anakin ignored the old man. The creature was dragging him toward the fresher, where one of those hideous mouths from his dream surely waited to consume him. With his lightsaber out of reach, he had to think of something fast. Anakin called a knife from the kitchen into his hand and brought it down on the tentacle, chopping the appendage in half until it released him. Shaking away the cobwebs, Anakin stumbled into the living room. He located his lightsaber, which had dropped by the wayside in the ambush. He tried to ignite the device, but he quickly realized there was a problem. He shook the saber desperately, only to have sewer water come out of the casing.

"Damn!" Anakin cursed. The creature must have gotten to it while he was distracted. He uttered a foul string of Huttese curses in his mind that would have had Padme mortified if she had been there to hear them. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

And then he saw the fuel canister in the living room…

Anakin rushed to the corner and the fuel canister. He threw everything he could think of in there: more fuel from another canister, some drinks he had in the fringe, even some of Padme's makeup she had left behind from her only visit here. And then he began to superheat it with the Force. This was a dangerous ability and could easily harm the user if not used properly, which was why it was rarely practiced. But Anakin didn't care. He circled his hand over the substance until it was bubbling with steam.

With a maniacal grin, Anakin carried the barrel over to the fresher. The tentacles were still lashing in the sink and the bathtub, but he was safely away from their grasp. He stomped towards the fresher, step by step, until he was nearly face-to-eye with the creature.

"So, you're immune to lightsabers, huh?" Anakin questioned, feeling a maniacal glee well up inside him. "Well, then why don't you get a taste of this?!"

And with that, he poured the boiling substance over the Eye. The creature stumbled under the assault, and Anakin poured the rest of it over the eye-topped stalk. There was a roar of agony which almost sounded like a "Noooo!" from within the Eye, as the roiling substance burned its flesh and turned it blue, like a vat of sulfuric acid. Finally the creature slumped in the sink. The tentacles in the kitchen and bathtub disappeared, as if pulled back into the plumbing in the grip of an emphatic death throe.

Back in the Jedi Temple, there was a stir as a powerful Force disturbance swept through the Council chambers. The Councilors were shaken out of their trance, and Serra Keto and Obi-Wan Kenobi, who was briefing the Council on a side project, reeled under the attack.

"What was that?!" Adi Gallia questioned.

"I don't know…but I think it came from Anakin's apartment," Obi-Wan said, with audible concern in his voice.

"I'll go check on him!" Serra declared, who swiftly turned on her heels and left the room.

Obi-Wan looked at her as she left, specifically the curve of her hips.

"Wait. Are those Anakin's trousers?" he asked to nobody in particular.

It was over.

Anakin lay slumped against the wall. His heart was still pounding from the experience battling that thing. Anakin looked over at the fresher, where the Eye lay slumped over the sink. He had done it. Despite the odds of not knowing where the creature came from or even what it was, he had defeated the menace haunting his apartment. Gradually he began to laugh.

"I beat you!" he exclaimed, reveling in the moment as the exhilaration of triumphing engulfed him, making him giddy with laughter.

"I beat you!"

He didn't notice the presence moving behind him, out of sight of his peripheral view.

He continued to laugh, as though possessed by some fit of madness. A passerby would have been alarmed to hear the hints of insanity in his voice.

Suddenly, Anakin noticed that there was a slimy slithering sound from nearby. He stopped laughing as he became aware of a very dark, strangely familiar presence. A very familiar presence, one that was engulfing in its void-like nature. He looked up to see a purple column of flesh, towering over his prostrate form, an image that was too much for his frazzled brain to take.

The scream of denial that exploded past his lips was louder than any Anakin had uttered during the Clone Wars, as the column swooped down on his form.

Serra Keto entered the apartment. She took a look around, assessing the situation. Everything seemed in its place. She half-expected to be walking into a war zone, but the apartment seemed as fine as could be. And then she caught a glimpse of something that was definitely not right.

"Anakin?"

The Jedi Knight was sitting near the door to the fresher, with a perplexing look on his face. He seemed nearly unaware of his surroundings, and was subtly trembling.

Serra rushed to him and knelt down next to check on him.

"Anakin?" She laid a hand on his shoulder. The Jedi didn't respond.

"Anakin, are you alright?" she asked.

The Jedi was muttering. "I should have known. Immune to conventional weaponry. You can't kill it with conventional weaponry."

Serra was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Suddenly she noticed that the fresher door was closed. Was there something in there?

Anakin took notice of what she was doing. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you," he warned her.

Serra ignored him. She marched carefully towards the fresher, reaching out with her senses in case there was any danger. She opened the door to the fresher and looked around. The bathroom was empty, and everything seemed to be in place. Her eyes were drawn to another aspect of the bathroom. She looked down at the toilet, which was covered by the white lid - strange, considering Anakin was the only one who lived here. Curiously, Serra lifted the seat and froze at what she saw inside. There was a severed eyestalk floating in the water, purplish in color with revoltingly grotesque skin. Serra stared at the body part with fascination and revulsion. What the hell…? Suddenly, the 'head' turned in her direction, fixing its blinking gaze on her. Serra drew back in shock. Was this thing actually alive? She asked herself. She wasn't aware of the object rising behind her in the bathtub.

Serra felt an odd sensation coming from behind her. She looked back and saw a large purple tentacle hovering over her.

There was a loud scream heard from the bathroom as the tentacle converged on Serra. Anakin shook his head in quiet cynicism.

"I told her not to go in there," he said knowingly.

Epilogue

"So that's the whole story, according to what I could discern from Anakin's memories," Obi-Wan answered, still in awe of it all. "His memories of the events are jumbled, but I'm positive he's telling the truth."

Mace furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. The older Council member was still having a hard time wrapping his mind around this set of occurrences.

"I still find it hard to believe," Mace muttered skeptically.

Obi-Wan sighed. "Be that as it may, Master, I'm certain Anakin is telling the truth," he said, trying to contain his irritation. It was one thing to be skeptical, but his former Padawan was in the emergency ward and they had another Jedi Knight as a witness to the creature. It was time to shed the lingering doubt and start finding out exactly where that thing came from.

The Korun Master pondered on that for a moment. Finally, he sighed and turned to the other Jedi Master.

There was still skepticism there. "Have they found the creature yet?" he inquired to Master Kenobi.

"No. Several teams of Knights went there, but they have had no success so far," Obi-Wan answered, shuddering at the thought of that thing still out there.

"I see," Windu said.

Council members soon began filing in past them, taking their respective seats in the chamber. It wasn't long until they were all assembled. Suddenly, they noticed one of their own was missing. The Council members looked around at each other, as they looked at the signature empty seat in the circle.

Adi Gallia looked at the others in concern. "Where's Master Yoda?"

In the chambers located deep within the Jedi Temple, filled to the brim with numerous jungle plants and artifacts, there was a fresher that was uniquely suited for a being of small stature. Currently there was a hole in the wall above the bathtub, dark with roughened edges as though something had burst inside through the wall. Inhuman growling sounds could be heard coming from the hole, and the faintest sounds of screaming from a desperate person were faintly audible from somewhere down below.

The room lay still outside the fresher, in mute testimony to its missing occupant.

It's never over.

The End?

At last we've come to the end of "The Roaming Eye". Thank you so much for all of the reviews. I really appreciated knowing that you were enjoying the story, and I hope I kept you guessing until the final chapter.

Unfortunately, the site that hosted The Moving Finger has gone down, so I can't provide a link to that. However, the series is currently airing on Chiller, so it should get to that episode eventually. In fact, it aired a couple weeks ago, if I recall. And you can always read the short story by the master himself. ;)

Here is a list of episodes for which I might do stories for:

Seasons of Belief - "Tales from the Darkside"

New York Honey - "Monsters"

The Cutty Black Sow - "Tales from the Darkside"

Like this story, the stories will be similar in concept to those episodes, but will be set in the Star Wars setting and contain twists not found in the original stories. These are only inspired by those episodes, not exact translations, since I haven't seen a wealth of Star Wars horror stories here. I'm very busy with my other stories right now, but I hope to get to at least one of these in the next couple months. If you have suggestions as to which story you'd like to see first, I'd love to hear them. In the mean time, take care everyone.

- PyramidHead316