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Devil Eyes
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Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? It’s not a feeling you can describe if you wanted to. It is just an inner knowing, as if there are invisible fingers that are flying from their eyes and gently grazing you, teasing you. When you quickly feel the area as if there is a bug crawling on you, yet there is nothing there. It’s almost as if there is a heat signature left behind, but you just can’t quite prove any of it happened or that there was anything at all. Only what I could describe as the feeling of devil eyes burning your skin. You quickly look around in a panic. Is there anyone looking at me? Will anyone lock eyes with me? Will I catch someone staring at me? Am I going crazy? At this point everyone is probably staring at me, who am I kidding. No one is looking at me, perfect. Time to just carry on.
I just got off of work, so maybe it’s all the nerves of the day at the office that is making me feel uneasy. I am taking the bus, it’s kind of uncomfortable as it is, right? There’s a lot of people on here, I am sure someone was looking at me. This is probably just a big joke to them at this point. Ok, scan the bus, don’t make it obvious. I am on the middle left of the bus, start with in front of you all the way to the driver. Slowly turn your head, no one is looking at you. Alright Richard, I think you are playing games with yourself. Look all the way behind you, ok no one is even paying attention. Wait, who is that? There he is, just staring at you. At the back of the bus, opposite side.
Maybe he’s not looking at you, look around, is there someone or something else he could be looking at? Nope, he is definitely looking at me. I knew it. He’s just staring, with a smile. Dressed very nice, in what seems to be some sort of designer suit, every bit of it black except the shirt is a deep red. He has neatly combed hair parted to the side, its black with a few grey streaks. Mustache and goatee perfectly groomed with what looks like a sharp point coming off of his chin. He has an eerie feeling about him, creepy. This is even more uncomfortable now that I noticed him. He won’t take his eyes off of me even though he knows I know he’s looking at me. I am going to get off at the next stop, I don’t care, just nod, smile and look away. Here we are, next stop, perfect, right at the shopping center. I could really use going to Barnes and Noble. Grab a coffee and try to just relax and look at a magazine or something.
I didn’t see him getting off of the bus, in fact I am sure I am the only one who got off. Man that was really weird, why was that guy just staring at me? Alright, let’s get over this, first step Starbucks.
“Welcome to Starbucks, what can we get started for you?” asked the barista.
“Hi, can I please get a venti white chocolate mocha with almond milk? That will be it.” I replied.
“Your total will be six dollars and thirty six cents; will that be cash or card? Can I get a name for the order?”
“I will pay with the app, thank you. My name is Richard.”
“Thank you Richard, your order will be up shortly and called out over at that counter.”
Time to find a magazine, how about classic cars, there is something relaxing about a nice American muscle car. Alright, now let’s go find a table to sit down and relax.
“Richard, venti white chocolate mocha.”
Perfect,...
Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? It’s not a feeling you can describe if you wanted to. It is just an inner knowing, as if there are invisible fingers that are flying from their eyes and gently grazing you, teasing you. When you quickly feel the area as if there is a bug crawling on you, yet there is nothing there. It’s almost as if there is a heat signature left behind, but you just can’t quite prove any of it happened or that there was anything at all. Only what I could describe as the feeling of devil eyes burning your skin. You quickly look around in a panic. Is there anyone looking at me? Will anyone lock eyes with me? Will I catch someone staring at me? Am I going crazy? At this point everyone is probably staring at me, who am I kidding. No one is looking at me, perfect. Time to just carry on.
I just got off of work, so maybe it’s all the nerves of the day at the office that is making me feel uneasy. I am taking the bus, it’s kind of uncomfortable as it is, right? There’s a lot of people on here, I am sure someone was looking at me. This is probably just a big joke to them at this point. Ok, scan the bus, don’t make it obvious. I am on the middle left of the bus, start with in front of you all the way to the driver. Slowly turn your head, no one is looking at you. Alright Richard, I think you are playing games with yourself. Look all the way behind you, ok no one is even paying attention. Wait, who is that? There he is, just staring at you. At the back of the bus, opposite side.
Maybe he’s not looking at you, look around, is there someone or something else he could be looking at? Nope, he is definitely looking at me. I knew it. He’s just staring, with a smile. Dressed very nice, in what seems to be some sort of designer suit, every bit of it black except the shirt is a deep red. He has neatly combed hair parted to the side, its black with a few grey streaks. Mustache and goatee perfectly groomed with what looks like a sharp point coming off of his chin. He has an eerie feeling about him, creepy. This is even more uncomfortable now that I noticed him. He won’t take his eyes off of me even though he knows I know he’s looking at me. I am going to get off at the next stop, I don’t care, just nod, smile and look away. Here we are, next stop, perfect, right at the shopping center. I could really use going to Barnes and Noble. Grab a coffee and try to just relax and look at a magazine or something.
I didn’t see him getting off of the bus, in fact I am sure I am the only one who got off. Man that was really weird, why was that guy just staring at me? Alright, let’s get over this, first step Starbucks.
“Welcome to Starbucks, what can we get started for you?” asked the barista.
“Hi, can I please get a venti white chocolate mocha with almond milk? That will be it.” I replied.
“Your total will be six dollars and thirty six cents; will that be cash or card? Can I get a name for the order?”
“I will pay with the app, thank you. My name is Richard.”
“Thank you Richard, your order will be up shortly and called out over at that counter.”
Time to find a magazine, how about classic cars, there is something relaxing about a nice American muscle car. Alright, now let’s go find a table to sit down and relax.
“Richard, venti white chocolate mocha.”
Perfect,...
