Red Eyes

Matt was never one to believe in ghost or monsters. Nothing scared him. He was the toughest man in Alabama. Until he met Damien.

One Thursday night it was pouring down rain. Matt notice a little moat forming around his house. Thunder and lighting bouncing all around his little ole farm house. Matt sat and watched while drinking a 6-pack of Budweiser beers. Lighting crashes from tree to tree causing a sparks to fly in different directions. Matt is glued to the window. He thinks , “I have never seen a storm like this.”

After all the beers he grabs a glass of whiskey and puts a record. Hank Williams sings the blues like no other man can. Matt hums along and drinks his night away. He enjoys the simple things in life like a good bottle of whiskey and Hank Williams. As he starts to drift off he decides to head to bed before he falls asleep in his rocker again. Grabbing his night gown and night cap he slips off into a cozy sleep. The rain trickles on the metal roof like a lullaby.

Crash!

Thunder so loud he shoots straight up. Shaken by thunder he tries to calm himself down.

“Remember there is nothing to be afraid of out here. You’re in the middle of the woods.” He says to himself softly. He rolls over.

Footsteps patter across the floor.

“What was that?!” He shouts. The hair of his arms stands straight up. He reaches to turn on his lamp. Click-Click.

“Dang the powers out!”

Matt goes to get out of his bed when he see a silhouette in the corner of his room. He shakes his head and rubs his eyes. He thinks he drank too much because the silhouette is too short to be a person. Matt believes his mind is playing tricks on him. Squinting at the corner of his room while rain is dumping down from the heavens!

Crash!

Red eyes swing open from the figure in the corner. Matt is frozen with fear. The inch a few steps closer but with the power out all he can see is the beatty red eyes. The eyes haven’t blinked and they are locked in on Matt. His brain is pacing back and forth trying to make sense of what this is in front of him. Matt throws a book at the creature which causes the creature to scurry up the wall. Hang upside in the corner the eyes still locked in.

“What do you want from me!?” Matt screams.

The rain suddenly stops. Matt scrambles for the light and the pair of red eyes are gone. He tries to slow his breathing down and to calm his mind down. But he just can’t comprehend what it was that he just saw. He grabs his bible sitting on his stand and starting praying.

“God please help me!” he shouts.

“God can’t save you Matthew.” A whisper softly echoes.

Matt shuts his eyes and prays harder, “Lord help me. I believe the devil himself is here playing tricks on my mind.”

Rain start tapping on the window which startles Matt. His heart is racing a thousands miles a minute. Thunder and Lighting starts back up. Out goes the power again. Perfect timing. His bed room door creeks open and the creature craws what looks to be on eight legs back to his corner. His red eyes lite up with each lightening strike. Matt can’t seem to make the creature out before he thought it was a man.

“So Matthew, do you really believe God can save you” asks the creature.

“How do you know my name?” yells Matt.

“I’ve been watching you for quite sometime now. Almost year.” Hisses the creature. “Oh how rude of me. I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Damien.”

“You’re the devil. I know it.” Says Matt.

“Not exactly. I didn’t really fit in down there.” Says Damien as he seems to be walking closer.

Matt is on the brink of fainting. He is hyperventilating and he cannot see straight. He wants this nightmare to end so he tries pinching himself and shuts his eyes hard.

“This is only a dream. This is only a dream. This is only a dream.” Matt repeat over and over again. He opens his eyes and Damien is gone. The corner is empty. He rolls over and his light is on and the book he thought he threw is back where it was. He is completely shaken up but glances out the window and realizes the sun is about to come up.

Thank God.

Walking down main street Matt stops in a liquor store to pick a bottle of whiskey. He sees his friend Jeff.

“What a storm last night right?” Matt says.

“What storm?” Jeff Questions.

“Last night? It was pouring down rain and thunder & lightening from about 6 o’clock?” Matt states.

“What are you talking about?! Matt, I don’t know where you live but it was clear skies last night. I laid out with my son and watch the stars.” Jeff awkwardly says in his southern twang.

Matt’s drive home his mind jumping from one thought to the next. “There was so much rain, thunder, and lightening. There can’t be no way that didn’t happen.” Matt pulls up to his house and just stares. The house looks to have a cloud over it. He afraid to walk in to his own home. He opens the door and just has an unsettling feeling come over him.

He pour himself a heavy glass of whiskey and starts dinner. He lays the steaks on the grill and looks up at the house. All of the lights shut off. Fear shocks through his body. Mouth wide open he cannot believe what he’s seeing. Closes his eyes and all the lights are back to normal. Matt doesn’t even want to go near his house. He can’t walk to his neighbors because the closes one is a few miles down the road.

After walking the perimeter, he feels it’s safe to go back inside. He stares at the half empty whiskey bottle while trying to put down something. His appetite has disappeared. He continues to drink thinking this will calm his nerves but ends up adding to his paranoia. With the night coming to a close and with the clock approaching midnight. Matt calls it quits and gets into bed.

Drunkly passes out without even changing for dinner. His bedroom door slams. He jumps out of bed and is standing next to his bedside table. He reaches for the lamp. The light turns on but the eyes. Those red eyes he can’t get them out of his head. The red eyes appear from the closet just out of the corner. Matt knees are shaking. He reach for a shotgun.

“Matt that won’t help you.” Damien says.

Matt sprints for the bedroom as Damien closes in on him. Sprint down the dark hallway the stairs feel an eternity away. Falling down the stair and turns around and see Damien crawling closely behind him. He shots back and sprints for his truck. He see Damien on the porch staring at him. He goes to start the car and feels a hand reaching from behind the seat gently touching his neck.

“You shouldn’t do that.” Damien whispers. Matt looks at the porch and nothing is there. The fear is like a wave rushing over him. Matt faints.

His door slams. Matt comes too and looks Damien is perched over him. His red eyes staring through his soul and causing him to feel nauseous. This is the closest he has been to Damien. Shaking and unable to move. Damien slowly steps off the bed slowly and walks to Matt’s side. Trying to move with all of his might. Kicking and screaming but he can’t get up . He feels a spell has been cast over him. Damien grabs the sheets and the slowly tucks Matt in with his slender hands. He slips under the bed ever so slowly. Time could not have moved any slower for Matt.

“Goodnight Matt.” Damien whispers.