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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
Shadow On The Eyes 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
Shadow On The Eyes 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
Shadow On The Eyes 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
Shadow On The Eyes 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