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Night Eyes

By Jason Vannier All Rights Reserved ©

Mystery / Thriller

Chapter 1

It’s been a couple of days since I saw them, those eyes, watching, always watching. Haunting me, stalking me where ever I went. It started Sunday night, on my way home; I noticed a shadowy figure watching me from across the parking lot. The eyes were the only distinguishing feature I could see. Something about those eyes, made my skin crawl.  Anger, animosity, hate…pure hate emanated from those predatory eyes.

  It’s Wednesday, my Friday, but I had to cover a few extra hours at work. So, now I’m headed home…finally! It’s eerie tonight; I feel as if I’m being followed. But there isn’t any traffic out. Its well after midnight and most people are already home, but there should still be people on the road. It’s frighteningly quiet; there aren’t even any police. Where is everyone, I know it’s late and the middle of the week, but I shouldn’t be the only person out.

  Who’s that on the street corner? Those eyes…how’d he know where I would be? Come on light turn green, turn green…screw it, I’m not waiting. The smell of burning rubber fills the front seat of my car. Almost home, constantly checking my mirrors, still no one on the roads. Light up ahead, it’s still red, why hasn’t it changed. I’m not stopping; I’m too close to home. Great, now there’s a cop out. Alright, alright he’s there I’ll wait.


   Groggy, I feel groggy. What’s that smell…it’s sweet, it smells like red wine, rum and rotting paper towels? Where am I? It’s dark, there’s a light in front of me. It’s very dim; I can only see a hazy yellow light.

  “I see you’re awake now.” An unnerving voice said, seeming to come out of the dark from behind me. “Welcome to my home, do you know who I am?”

  “No, I don’t! Where am I, what have you done to me?” I all but screamed at the voice.

  “There’s no need for that, calm yourse…”

  “NO! Why would I be calm, let me go!” I screamed

  “You would do well to calm down. I am not a patient being!” The voice said menacingly. “You were chloroformed, don’t worry the haziness will go away…eventually.” Taking a long labored breath, he continued.  “You are here, so I may right a wrong!” He said through clenched teeth. “You have lived for too long unchecked!” You will be my guest until you admit your guilt and accept the consequences.”

  “What wrong are you righting? What did I supposedly do?” I cried out, searching my mind for the slightest memory of a past sin! What had I done that warranted such horror?

  “You will remember, I will make sure of it! I will guide you through the years of hate that you have brought me.” The voice trailed as a figure moved passed the distant hazy light. I couldn’t make out a solid figure, but when the figure turned toward me all I could see were those eyes.

  Those haunting eyes, which I’d seen so often in the last several nights, were now here in front of me. Who did they belong to? Eyes, disembodied eyes, why can I not make out a silhouette, a body, anything? What creature is this that plagues me?

  “Sleep while you can, for you will need your strength. Dream of what horrors await you.” With that the hate filled eyes vanished, no turn, no movement, just no longer present. No sooner than the eyes disappeared, an evil weight lifted from my shoulders. I felt...almost, at peace. How am I going to get out of here? I feel wobbly, imbalanced; maybe I can rock my chair and get free. Leaning to my left and right, with a quick jerky motion, rocking left, right, a little more.    

  As the chair starts to topple over, I feel this may not have been a wise idea. A bright flash and a cold sharp pain on the right side of my head strike all at the same time as my chair shatters on the cold linoleum floor.

  “Wake up, you ok? How are you feeling?” a smooth, sweet but authoritative voice echoes through my ears.

  Cautiously, I open my eyes, instantly regretting the decision. Light everywhere, so bright. Unrelenting brightness, I blink my eyes a few times, and my vision starts to clear and come into focus. Everything is so different from the night bef…

  “Where am I?” I call out through a panicked breath.

   “You’re at St. Mary’s, do you know what your name is? What day is it?” a young lady said. She was dressed as a nurse and looked as if she’d been awake for the last thirty hours or so.

  “My name's Drew, it’s gotta be Thursday. Why?” I stated as matter of factly as I could

  “Well, Drew. It is Saturday morning. You’ve been unconscious for a couple days. I am Sarah, I’ll be your primary nurse.” With that she, walked out of my room saying something about visitors and checking on me in a little while. I laid there, taking in my surroundings and listening to the conversations in the hallway.

  At least I’m safe, I’m here protected and surrounded by people. How’d I get here? Following that thought came a knock at the door. “Hey Drew, if you wanted some time off you could have just asked!” I looked up to see my manager Bill walk through the door. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he took a seat on a stool to the left of my bed.

  “Fine, I guess. Not sure how I got here, the last thing I remember was driving home from work Sunday night after covering for Jim.” I tried to roll over get a little more comfortable and see Bill a bit easier.

  “Sunday, after covering for Jim…Drew, that was two weeks ago. I came over to your house Wednesday night after not hearing from you for a few days! I knocked on the door and it just swung open, that’s when I found you lying on the floor of your laundry room, with a broken chair next to the garage door.” After Bill finished, he stood up and walked toward the door. “The doctor said you could have some life like dreams. Get some rest and I’ll see you later. I’ll check in on you again tomorrow. Take some time and just get better.” With that he left my room.

  “How sweet, what a good friend to come and check on you…I hope you don’t believe this is over! We still have so much to talk about!” That voice, and with it my room turned dark and oppressive. It snarled each word at me as if it were biting them. I sat up and started pounding the call button next to my bed repeatedly, no one arrived, a sudden fog closed in around me. I couldn’t breath and my eyesight was escaping me. I saw two things before I went blind; the button I was smashing so hard for help from the nurses with a label reading self-medication, and those hate filled eyes. Like an evil Cheshire cat they appeared in front of me, then darkness…pure darkness.


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