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Owl Eyes

By VampireStage All Rights Reserved ©

Horror

The woods.

One more hour until winter break. One more hour until I get to leave this hell hole and get to go home to my nice warm bed and fuzzy blankets. It had been a really slow day. Slow and cold. By sixth period, I was nodding off in class as my teacher put on a movie. Today was the kind of day where no one had energy to do anything. The students didn't have energy to learn and the teachers didn't the have energy to teach. Everyone just wanted to be at home, snuggled up in a blankets with a warm cup of coco and a cheesy Christmas movie. That's what I'd rather be doing, anyway. Finally, the last bell rang. I stood up groggily, pulled my backpack over my shoulder, and put my gloves on. I had a long walk home through the snow.

“Don't forget to do your assignments! The sooner the better, guys!” The teacher yelled as everyone walked out of class. “Oh, Jimmy! Wait a second. I know you like to read scary stories” he said walking toward me, “and I came across a blog I thought you might like. Here, it only has one story but I think it's got links to other stories.” Mr. Whitmore said, handing me a piece of paper with a URL written on it.

“Oh, uh.. Thanks Mr. Whitmore.” I said throwing the piece of paper in my pocket.

“No problem. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New year. Stay safe.” He said as he walked away.

“Thanks, I know it's a little late but I hope you have a Happy Hanukkah. See ya next year.” I joked and started on my long walk home. The cold air hit me like a ton of bricks. I pulled my hood up over my beanie and walked on through the woodsy road. It felt like it was already getting dark out because of the overcast and I was freezing but at least the snow let up a little. It was pretty quiet in the woods as I walked. I almost felt as if I should have been running through. There were no sounds, hardly any light, and the feeling that I was being watched. I heard something rustling in the tree above me. My eye's shot upward but I couldn't see anything. It was so dark. For a second, I though I may have seen a hand but when I blinked, whatever it was had left.  It must be a bird, I thought, It had to be, What else would be in a tree?

I shook off the eerie feeling and calmly made my way though the woods. I couldn't completely shake it though. I kept having to stop and look around to make sure I wasn't being followed. I could FEEL something staring at me but for the life of me, I couldn't make out what it was. I finally made it to the end of the woods and stopped to look back once more, taking advantage of the sunlight peeking through the clouds to see if I could finally make out whatever was making me feel this way. Just as I turned around, a giant owl flew out towards me. I quickly put my arms up to protect my face and leaned away from it. It barely missed me with it large talons and landed on the snow covered ground next to me. It took a second for me to put my heart back in my chest after the scare the damn thing gave me. I stood there staring at it and it stared back for a second then hopped a little closer.

“What the hell do you want?” I asked. I was feeling rather annoyed now knowing that it was a damn bird following me this whole time. “You don't look like any owl I've ever seen around here before.” I leaned in closer to get a better look at it. It almost looked like a Barred Owl except it's coloring was all wrong. Instead of being white and brown, it was white and black. The feathers on its face and chest were as white as the snow it stood in, making its big black eye's look even bigger and blacker than they already were. It's feathers on it's wings were as black as the night sky. 

He looked menacing . Just as quickly as he landed, he took off. Right towards my face... again. I barely managed to duck out of it's way. I ran the rest of the way home, which wasn't far. There was a little clearing just before the fence that lead into my back yard.

I unlocked the door, kicked off my shoes and hung up my coat. “Anyone home?” I yelled and listened for a few seconds and nothing. No one was home yet. I walked into the kitchen and threw some water on the stove to boil. I was getting ready for my nightly ritual of reading Creepypastas.


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