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09-12-2016, 07:39 PM
Mr Eyes
I’m from a small Irish town. It has a fairly close knit community, everyone knows everyone, news travels fast, and nothing stays hidden for long, usually. There is a myth that goes around about Mr Eyes. He is said to be either a somewhat loopy paramilitary gunman or else one of the local crazy’s the health system fails to help. He’s a tall fellow, roughly 6’3. Always said to be wearing combat trousers and a coat. His name, Mr Eyes, comes from the coat. It has a hood which zips up over his face entirely, with two mirrored glass portals for eyes, and nothing else. For years I thought it was nothing more than a story to stop kids going through the nearby “short cut” to the football pitches at night.
This shortcut is an area covered with all sorts of mysteries, myths, as well as used condoms and empty ciders. The “devil worshipers” (Goths to all those over the age of 10) are always floating about here on a Saturday night but they aren’t as bad as their name suggests. Long story short it is a very secluded path, surrounded by forest, with only one street light near the beginning when you are heading towards the football pitches from the main road, then not a single light from there on in despite the sheer magnitude of steps that have led to more than a few scraped knees, it’s like trying to negotiate a mind field blindfolded trying to climb them in the middle of the night.
Off topic but there is a river that runs alongside it and the path eventually crosses over it to get to the pitches. The bridge across is infamous for drunken people falling over it and one guy that was found dead in rather weird circumstances. However, this bridge has possibly one of the most picturesque views known to man, I will try and get a photo the next time I’m nearby during the day.
Anyways, this lovely homely cozy area is where Mr Eyes is usually sighted. Usually near the old “jail” It’s actually an old mill but the windows are bared up to try and keep people out. It’s actually a really nice looking building if you like old structures. It’s just on the other end of the tree line but there is a fairly steep hill which stops you actually seeing it unless you walk into the trees a bit. Probably also why this is where he camps out waiting for a lonely passerby.
Now onto my sighting of Mr Eyes. It was very late on and I didn’t fancy taking the long way home from my friends (lucky sod lives next to the pitches). So I decided to cut down the lane to cut the 20-minute walk home down to 5-10. Even though I didn’t believe the story’s at the time I still ****ing set a land speed record running down that lane it’s just such a creepy place. I got about 100 meters down and thanks to my immaculate fitness I was wrecked and gasping for air. So I didn’t have much of a choice but to pause for a minute and walk the last 150-200 meters. I got my phone out and turned the torch, now I’m just walking there’s no risk of me dropping it. Helped a lot with navigating the steps mentioned before (big ****ing mistake, he wouldn’t have been able to hear me over the noise of the river, so sure it was the mad light in the darkness that give me away).
After negotiating the steps, I walked on for maybe 10 meters. I heard something moving on down that scared the **** out of me but was just a random rabbit. Now already startled but relieved at the same time I go to laugh and point my light on down the lane, when something glistens. I froze on the ****ing spot my legs welded to the ground. It was him in that ****ing coat, those mirrored eyes shining in my phones light. He had a mental pipe or bar or something in his hand. I didn’t make a noise or have a single thought or consideration, I just turned and ran back the way I came, I threw my phone like a grenade at that crazy **** and just ran. He set after me and was quite a bit quicker. So using my instinctive reaction I jumped into the tree line and went down the hill like a ton of bricks, didn’t feel a thing at the time but **** was I sore later.
I got up and carried on running, I sort of knew the grass path that runs along the river from walking the dog with my mates, we used to walk up by the river so they could swim in it and the dogs loved it, always in broad day light though and I now am thankful for not doing it at night. If the lane was dark, this was the pits of hell. Not a single drop of light slipped through the dense trees. I could just about make out the edge of the river and just followed it. I couldn’t hear him behind me or hear anything at all around me. I reached the old mill and knew I was getting close to the main road that runs along the entrance to the lane.
This is when I made the most retarded decision of my life. I wanted something I could use to hit him should he reappear so I tried to rip off one of the bars from the window. Those things didn’t budge so I tried to look around for one which was rusted but thanks to the lack of light I couldn’t see a thing. I took my lighter out and held it up to the bars, on the other end of the bars I saw him. Just sitting there looking at me, not a word was muttered, he just laughed turned around and walked away. I dropped my zippo onto the ledge that ran along the window and there, just sitting there chilling, a finger. The skin at the base pealed back and obvious bite marks around it. That crazy bastard obviously bit the thing off someone, dead or alive I don’t know but ****, who cares, the guys mental. I set off on my sprint again without a single hesitation. I could see the light that marks the end of the path but I was still down at the river which is maybe 20 or so meters from the lane. I assume that crazy mofo is sitting at the end of the river where it meets the road waiting on me, so I stop running, look around (this was useless, I couldn’t see a thing but the light ahead and up the hill a bit).
I crawled up the hill, crouched in the tree line next to the lane to peek out. I couldn’t see anyone. I sat there in silence just listening for any signs of life. Nothing. So I take my chance, jump from my hiding spot and run full speed towards the light. I’ve made it. I’m two meters from the road, I’m safe.
Just there, just right ****ing next to me, I see, possibly one of the most ****ed sights of my life. A limp, lifeless, chewed up and partly decapitated body of a young male. His trousers were sitting on the path and his shirt was just ripped up the back.
Never again will I ever walk up that lane alone. According to the police report the body I saw was that of a 17-year-old, and that crazy **** had raped him. I am one lucky **** for not bumping into him again. That poor bastard I saw laying lifeless next to the lane is a reminder to me, travel in groups, stay away from known problem areas, and most off all, never trust a man in a ski jacket.
thanks for taking the time to read this :)
if you could give me some feedback below on what good whats bad and whats horrible it would be very much appreciated. Really want to work on my horror writing skills.
I’m from a small Irish town. It has a fairly close knit community, everyone knows everyone, news travels fast, and nothing stays hidden for long, usually. There is a myth that goes around about Mr Eyes. He is said to be either a somewhat loopy paramilitary gunman or else one of the local crazy’s the health system fails to help. He’s a tall fellow, roughly 6’3. Always said to be wearing combat trousers and a coat. His name, Mr Eyes, comes from the coat. It has a hood which zips up over his face entirely, with two mirrored glass portals for eyes, and nothing else. For years I thought it was nothing more than a story to stop kids going through the nearby “short cut” to the football pitches at night.
This shortcut is an area covered with all sorts of mysteries, myths, as well as used condoms and empty ciders. The “devil worshipers” (Goths to all those over the age of 10) are always floating about here on a Saturday night but they aren’t as bad as their name suggests. Long story short it is a very secluded path, surrounded by forest, with only one street light near the beginning when you are heading towards the football pitches from the main road, then not a single light from there on in despite the sheer magnitude of steps that have led to more than a few scraped knees, it’s like trying to negotiate a mind field blindfolded trying to climb them in the middle of the night.
Off topic but there is a river that runs alongside it and the path eventually crosses over it to get to the pitches. The bridge across is infamous for drunken people falling over it and one guy that was found dead in rather weird circumstances. However, this bridge has possibly one of the most picturesque views known to man, I will try and get a photo the next time I’m nearby during the day.
Anyways, this lovely homely cozy area is where Mr Eyes is usually sighted. Usually near the old “jail” It’s actually an old mill but the windows are bared up to try and keep people out. It’s actually a really nice looking building if you like old structures. It’s just on the other end of the tree line but there is a fairly steep hill which stops you actually seeing it unless you walk into the trees a bit. Probably also why this is where he camps out waiting for a lonely passerby.
Now onto my sighting of Mr Eyes. It was very late on and I didn’t fancy taking the long way home from my friends (lucky sod lives next to the pitches). So I decided to cut down the lane to cut the 20-minute walk home down to 5-10. Even though I didn’t believe the story’s at the time I still ****ing set a land speed record running down that lane it’s just such a creepy place. I got about 100 meters down and thanks to my immaculate fitness I was wrecked and gasping for air. So I didn’t have much of a choice but to pause for a minute and walk the last 150-200 meters. I got my phone out and turned the torch, now I’m just walking there’s no risk of me dropping it. Helped a lot with navigating the steps mentioned before (big ****ing mistake, he wouldn’t have been able to hear me over the noise of the river, so sure it was the mad light in the darkness that give me away).
After negotiating the steps, I walked on for maybe 10 meters. I heard something moving on down that scared the **** out of me but was just a random rabbit. Now already startled but relieved at the same time I go to laugh and point my light on down the lane, when something glistens. I froze on the ****ing spot my legs welded to the ground. It was him in that ****ing coat, those mirrored eyes shining in my phones light. He had a mental pipe or bar or something in his hand. I didn’t make a noise or have a single thought or consideration, I just turned and ran back the way I came, I threw my phone like a grenade at that crazy **** and just ran. He set after me and was quite a bit quicker. So using my instinctive reaction I jumped into the tree line and went down the hill like a ton of bricks, didn’t feel a thing at the time but **** was I sore later.
I got up and carried on running, I sort of knew the grass path that runs along the river from walking the dog with my mates, we used to walk up by the river so they could swim in it and the dogs loved it, always in broad day light though and I now am thankful for not doing it at night. If the lane was dark, this was the pits of hell. Not a single drop of light slipped through the dense trees. I could just about make out the edge of the river and just followed it. I couldn’t hear him behind me or hear anything at all around me. I reached the old mill and knew I was getting close to the main road that runs along the entrance to the lane.
This is when I made the most retarded decision of my life. I wanted something I could use to hit him should he reappear so I tried to rip off one of the bars from the window. Those things didn’t budge so I tried to look around for one which was rusted but thanks to the lack of light I couldn’t see a thing. I took my lighter out and held it up to the bars, on the other end of the bars I saw him. Just sitting there looking at me, not a word was muttered, he just laughed turned around and walked away. I dropped my zippo onto the ledge that ran along the window and there, just sitting there chilling, a finger. The skin at the base pealed back and obvious bite marks around it. That crazy bastard obviously bit the thing off someone, dead or alive I don’t know but ****, who cares, the guys mental. I set off on my sprint again without a single hesitation. I could see the light that marks the end of the path but I was still down at the river which is maybe 20 or so meters from the lane. I assume that crazy mofo is sitting at the end of the river where it meets the road waiting on me, so I stop running, look around (this was useless, I couldn’t see a thing but the light ahead and up the hill a bit).
I crawled up the hill, crouched in the tree line next to the lane to peek out. I couldn’t see anyone. I sat there in silence just listening for any signs of life. Nothing. So I take my chance, jump from my hiding spot and run full speed towards the light. I’ve made it. I’m two meters from the road, I’m safe.
Just there, just right ****ing next to me, I see, possibly one of the most ****ed sights of my life. A limp, lifeless, chewed up and partly decapitated body of a young male. His trousers were sitting on the path and his shirt was just ripped up the back.
Never again will I ever walk up that lane alone. According to the police report the body I saw was that of a 17-year-old, and that crazy **** had raped him. I am one lucky **** for not bumping into him again. That poor bastard I saw laying lifeless next to the lane is a reminder to me, travel in groups, stay away from known problem areas, and most off all, never trust a man in a ski jacket.
thanks for taking the time to read this :)
if you could give me some feedback below on what good whats bad and whats horrible it would be very much appreciated. Really want to work on my horror writing skills.