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Shadow On The Eyes More To Think
Abby had bought me lunch from a gas station down the road after four truckloads and a half-empty storage container later. I even scored a tv tray stand like my parents used to have, which she said was another freebie for helping. We sat on the tailgate of our trucks, taking a break, and she decided to start asking questions. “So why Sunny Field, Sam?” First name basis it is, I guess. “Hmm, no particular reason, Abby. It was the first place the reality company called me about,” I responded, biting into the soggy pizza with mystery toppings. “Oh, so you could have ended up somewhere else, then? Well, Sunny Field isn’t too bad. It’s just another small town with older people. There’s not much history to it unless you can count the Witmaker’s story. But that kind of history isn’t really talked about. It’s like a dark stain on the town. Folks just ignore it.” I looked at her, and it dawned on me, “Isn’t that whose property I just brought?” She nodded a little hesitantly before
Shadow On The Eyes Scream To Knock
I looked at her, not taking her offer too seriously, and shook my head, “No thanks, I better get back and take care of a few things. Maybe next time.” She shrugged, “Suit yourself. Thanks again, Sam, for the help today. My brothers are always super busy, so it’s hard to lock them down to help me with things sometimes. Anyway, drive safely, and if you need anything else, let me know!” She turned away and walked back into the store’s garage before I responded. I almost changed my mind, if only because I was still dreading going back to the house alone. Reluctantly getting in my truck, I started it, pulled around the store, and headed home. I passed the park and was tempted to take a look at the tree she was referring to when telling me about the property, but I decided against it for now. I didn’t need something else to increase my insane imagination further. Thinking about my insanity, when I finally got home, I decided I’d call Dr. Pearsion after I got things unloaded. Unlocking
Shadow On The Eyes Ghost Writer
With the bricked doorway to my back, I heard a noise from the hallway. “Shhhllliiipp,” is what I could hear first, and then, a wet pop as something hit the floor. Then, it repeated, “Shhhllliiipp, pop,” like something wet was dragging down the hallway. Again, I could only stare as I backed up. The noise was horrifying. Suddenly blood slowly wrapped along the bottom edges of the wall coming from that direction until it pooled out, heading to the center of the living room floor. I ran for the windows and found them still nailed shut. “Fuck, can’t I get a break?” My voice was drowned by the horrible noise getting louder behind me. I didn’t dare turn around. What was I supposed to do? Get on my knees and start praying? I hesitated, feeling at a loss. Finally, I asked for whatever god was listening to end this dream. The wet sound ceased, but whatever was making it, I could hear it wheezing behind me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slowly turned with my head down. Taking a deep br
Shadow On The Eyes Hanging Tree
After discovering what was on the laptop, I had to reason with myself that I was the one who had written it. It was my starting point. Several days passed, and I didn’t dream a single nightmare unless you could count the despair of waking up after having one of Rebecca and Chrissy. After more in-depth research of articles online, I found what Abby was talking about the other day. The entire Witmaker family was hung because the wife was accused of witchcraft. There were several things the article listed that supplied proof, according to the local sheriff, during that time. People in the town accused her of summing demonic spirits to do her bidding. Even a local dairy farmer accused her of curdling their milk and driving their family dogs mad in an attempt to kill their children. There was also the ridiculous accusation that she forced her husband to have sex with women around town. One witness claimed to have screwed her during an animal sacrifice at their house. Of course, the
Shadow On The Eyes Affair Discovery
“Well, here in Sunny Field, the law decides someone’s due process. The Witmaker family was dangerous, and if my Pop didn’t take action, who knows what’d happen next? The town basically demanded the hanging, they had enough evidence, so it was a pretty open and closed case.” I nodded at his answer and then faked like I was shocked and in awe, “Wait, your Pop, was he the sheriff when this happened?” Chuck nodded, smiling from ear to ear, “Yes, sir, he was. A mighty fine sheriff too. He also farmed the land sitting next to yours. The Witmaker family did own the land, leasing it to my Pop, but they lost it to the bank for unpaid land tax. So, Pop ended up buying it outright and built a house there,” he said and then leaned in, like what he was about to say was a secret, “Bill Witmaker, the father, was furious and did all sorts of nasty things to get it back. One time, my Pop swore he’d seen Bill sacrificing a goat with his wife Anne to put some sort of curse on the land. Nothing ever h
Shadow On The Eyes Following JoAnne
“Okay, that’s great! When you have everything together, send me something to work with. Talk soon!” I hung up the phone and grabbed a drink before sitting back at my desk and getting to work. After a few hours, I felt the empty pit in my stomach grow, so I headed out again to grab food. This time I would buy a few extra things to stay home to write. It was busy at the local market, more than I’ve seen. Spotting Abby’s truck, I decided it would be an excellent chance to take her up on that dinner so I could probe her brain for information. “I swear they have this song on repeat,” I said, almost tripping again as I went through the doors. Grabbing a cart, I headed to the chip aisle first, which was what my main diet consisted of. Then, once I was satisfied with the number of bags I’d tossed in, I cruised the other isles grabbing random things. “Sam! Stocking up,” Abby said, pushing a cart herself toward me, “on junk food? Pfft, that stuff will kill you sooner than later.” I sh
Shadow On The Eyes Close Your Eyes
“What in the fuck now? Walking to the barn, I noticed random patches of wheat had sprouted up next to the deep red color of the barn. I found it odd the paint seemed so new. Getting closer, the crying and begging, “Please stop, please! No.. No... stop! Don’t, please! I’m sorry! Please don’t, please don’t...” came out in desperate tones. I suddenly panicked, patting my clothes and looking for my cell phone, when I suddenly realized I had forgotten I was dreaming. I quickly went around the side of the barn, where a window was boarded up with plywood. In the corner of it, the light was shining through coming from inside. The soft noise I heard as I approached the window, between the begging, made my stomach roll. I didn’t want to look because I knew what the grunting, heavy breathing meant between the pleas of the young girl. I crouched under it, not knowing what I’d see other than a nightmare in play. Then, slowly rising, I rubbed my eyes before looking, praying that when I ope
Shadow On The Eyes Again The Shadow
“Yes, hello?” I hesitated before responding, “Dr. Pearsion?” “Ah, Sam, yes, how can I help you? I wasn’t expecting a call until next week.” “Well, that’s the thing. I just have a few questions. If you have some time?” There was a moment of silence, “Yes, I can’t be long, but I can spare a few minutes, I suppose. What questions do you have?” I caught myself pacing and sat at my desk, with pen in hand, “First, um, I know you helped me with my dreams, with the accident,” I said, unsure how to ask him what I wanted to know. He responded by asking me, “Yes, are the nightmares back?” “Well, no, yes, not really. Do you know by chance what burnt eyes mean in a dream?” He sounded thoughtful and asked, “Burning eyes? Do you mean like eyes that are on fire?” “No, like, where the eye should be, there’s a charred hole, but with no end to it, I guess, fuck, I don’t know.” “I see. Like any dream that focuses on a specific detail, like you just stated, the meaning can be symbolic. Like with
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Kaleidoscope
With a brick in hand and the full intention of breaking the damned window, I stood there frozen and unable to rationalize what I had just experienced. Was there really some bastard that had broke into my home and mocked me, or was it just another delusional dream, and I was about to wake up soaked like I had pissed myself yet again? The innocent black kitten continued to bat around a small paper ball, oblivious to my staring inside. I dropped the brick. The sound of it hitting wet wood on the deck was loud enough to echo, and the sound reached inside, making the kitten bounce on all fours before he ran to hide under my recliner. Turning, I ran down the steps to the front yard, almost sliding on my ass, drenched and feeling the coldness of wet clothes. But, of course, no one was there when I spun in circles looking around me. “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT?” I had yelled loud enough that my voice cracked, but I knew if an intruder was there or not, no one would really answer
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Locked Out
The little furball and I headed back to the house, and heavy rain started hitting the windshield. I was carefully driving but prayed the little thing wouldn’t make the ride difficult by suddenly jumping on the dash or climbing my face. Luckily, that didn’t happen, but the rain was coming down harder when I parked out front of the house. Making a plan, I stuffed the kitten in my hoodie the best I could and grabbed the bags before darting out the door and up to the house. After fidgeting with the keys, I was able to get in. I still managed to get soaked a bit, and the kitten wasn’t too happy either. “I’ll get your poop box set up first and then change,” I said out loud to fill the silence in the house. I put it in the spare room until I could move the desk in there. The kitten seemed grateful to relieve itself, and I left it alone to get out of my wet clothes. I had just pulled my shirt on after drying my hair when I heard scratching noises and loud banging outside. The kitten w
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Recognizing Truth
When I got to my driveway finally, I noticed two large boxes and a package of blinds thrown next to the mailbox. I figured they’d leave it there. I hated getting things by post. The shit either came up missing or was delivered, ripped, smashed, and plain old snooped through. Seriously, how can we not notice a hole torn in the corner or a flap of plastic ripped off? When I pulled up to the house, having taken my time driving along the field, I decided to fix the door to the shed. It was hanging loose again. Grabbing everything from the truck and trying to balance it with one hand, I unlocked the front door and went in. Setting the boxes down, I looked around, and nothing seemed out of order, so I went back outside. The sun, fighting through incoming clouds, was still a ways away from setting, so it gave me plenty of time. With the small toolbox from the back of the truck, I walked toward the shed. The door had shut again, but as I got closer, it moved. I watched it for a moment
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Still No Luck
I felt the same confusion the young officer did when he asked, “Assault, sir?” Frank grinned and held up his hand, showing bloody knuckles where he punched Ron, “Yes, officer Tigs, assault. His face assaulted my hand.” The young officer, Tigs, just nodded and looked back at his desk before he started writing. Ron spat blood onto the floor and seemed calmer when he said, “Ha! Good hit, Frank. Always easy when someone can’t defend themselves, but you WOULD know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Frank quickly turned and went back for more, giving Ron a couple more punches to the face. I wanted to stop him. His beating on the guy seemed a little excessive and unprofessional. “Put him in solitary confinement for a week, and add threat and destruction of property to the charges. Maybe he’ll learn to keep his mouth shut then,” Frank said once he was done pummeling the knocked-out Ron. I looked at Buck's face, and there was amusement at Frank's actions. This wasn’t a place for law enfo
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Pointless Inquiry
In a small building complex, very close to the Sunny Field Market, was the local police station coupled with a fire station and a small courthouse. Unlike larger cities, where you’d find them separated and imposing their position, this small complex served as a multifunctional beacon of enforcement and reliance for the town. I prepared myself for what I would ask as I pulled into the parking lot. Sometimes, we can get the most profound answers with the simplest questions. It’s human nature to share, boast and be informative, and to sound important and knowledgeable. I grabbed a pad of paper and a pen before getting out and opening one of the double glass doors to the sheriff's department. A bell jingled when I walked in and up to the front desk, much like Sunny Motel's desk. However, behind it, the room was open with several desks holding computers and at the back, behind a glass partition, was the sheriff's office. “Can I help you?” a woman said, standing up from the desk. I no
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Failed Plans
The sun had warmed the house enough I could shut the windows before going outside and making a fire pit. Several bricks and cinder blocks were sitting next to the shed, so after using a very old shovel I found, I dug a small burn pit and surrounded it with the blocks and bricks. It took me a while. The ground was hard from the cold, and for being supposedly fertile dirt, there were a shit ton of rocks. Once I was finished, I went inside to start grabbing the stuff I had planned on burning. The small pit was halfway between the house and the woods, so it was safe from setting fire to either. Eventually, I had a nice blaze built, have found a random lighter in one of the boxes Abby gave me. It was easier than lighting paper on the stove. Standing there and methodically tossing stuff in, I failed to notice the farmer, Chuck, had come from the backside of the house. “Heya, Mr. Lake, having yourself a BBQ?” He startled me initially, and then I felt slightly irritated, but I just no
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Spook Board
My voice got more aggressive as I got agitated. “Ah, now calm down. What you see is what it is, a party man. We are having a party in your brain. Bout’s time too.” I shook my head. It was too unreal. I could understand the nightmares, but this one was too crazy to grasp reasoning. “You’s trippen again? See, I told you you’d find what you not be looking for out here.” I threw my hand across the space of nothing, “Out here? There isn’t a goddamn thing out here!” I pulled at my hair, and my hand came back with a clump of it. “Ah, now see, you changing, told you, should have stayed in the tub, want a hit?” Again, the zebra man offered me a drag of his blunt, but I was so pissed I smacked it from his hand with my fisted clump of hair before watching the hair and the blunt fall into nothingness. “Awe shit, you gone and done it now,” he said in a tone that suddenly worried me. The feeling of the bass stopped, and the entire room of freaks turned to look at me as the lights froze, no
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Slip Of Bizarre
My voice echoed in the bathroom as I began to yell in frustration. Did I need to call a priest to come here, find me wacko, and then the town avoid me like some filthy bum on the streets? Like it was my fault? I turned quickly, and the shadow, again, was gone. However, when I faced the mirror this time, my blood ran cold. Steam replaced where I had wiped, and then, as if some invisible finger was floating in the air, I read aloud the words it wrote across my blurred reflection, “Do Not Hear, Do Not Look.” I asked, “Do not hear or look? What the fuck does that mean!?” yelling again, but the house’s response was silence. Whoever or whatever it was left me to figure it out alone. Going to the kitchen after I was dressed, I grabbed more chips and chewed hard. I wasn’t hungry, but I refused to smoke or drink, so it was as close to relieving stress as I could muster. When I was done and the bag of chips had been demolished, I noticed the house got colder as temperatures started to dr
