Yellow Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: April 17, 2008

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The woods I had been in ran all the way up to within a hundred yards of the barn.I stayed near the trees as I made my way along, stopping frequently to peer in between the trees and listen.As I moved, I watched the open field and the woods across from it.I turned back to check behind me every few minutes.Mostly, I watched the area around the barn for movement.There was nothing, only the long grass at the edge of the field bending and swaying before the evening wind.
It was rough going.Out of the woods and more exposed, I carried the shotgun with both hands, my finger resting near the trigger guard.Without using it as a staff, I was unsteady and had to move slowly.I leaned toward my right side to relieve the pain in my back and tended to drift to the right.Every few steps, I would have to correct my course.As I drew to the edge of the yard behind the barn, I lowered myself to a crouch and waited. Cramping in my stomach reminded me that I had not relieved my bowels since sometime just before midnight in one of the blue port-a-pots we used at work.I gritted my teeth and passed gas.
After a half hour of sitting there silently and seeing nothing, I moved toward the barn.I approached it at a diagonal course and when I was halfway across the open ground I broke into a slow jog and only stopped when I reached the back of the barn.Leaning against the fading red wood slats that comprised its siding, I waited for the throbbing in my body to subside while my breathing slowed.After several minutes of listening, I edged along with my back to the barn and made the side.
When I looked around the corner of the barn, I saw the roof of the house, just over the hill that the barn stood on.I looked for cove that I could take advantage of in my approach and the only thing I could find was a large old oak that stood at the top of the hill, an old tire swinging soughing slightly in the breeze.Running the back of my hand across my mouth I thought it over.Maybe there was a loft in the barn that I could get to and a window I could look out of.I had no desire to walk in front of the barn and out into plain sight so I could look up and find out, my back to the house.Instead, I crept around the front of the barn, shotgun held again at port arms, and slipped inside the open doorway.
Stepping inside, I slid off to the left and stood still, ears straining and eyes peering into the darkness.Dust motes floated through the air, sunlight filtered through an old paneless window about fifteen feet off the dirt floor and through the spaces between the boards that had been used for siding.Sparrows flitted through the rafters. Something moved off to my right and I swung around.After a moment, a small cat hopped from the top of a tractor and lit on the floor.He padded over to me and rubbed against my leg, purring.I stepped away from the wall and started exploring.
The barn was empty.At least it was empty of people and yellow-eyes.I found a ladder made of two by fours built into the back wall that led to the loft.Leaving my shotgun leaning against the back wall near the ladder, I climbed up.It hurt like hell, the strain against my left side opened the wound in my shoulder and I felt the blood trickling down my side when I made the loft.There was a window facing the house and, keeping low, I went to it.
Standing back, and hopefully out of sight, I studied the house.It was an old one, paint peeling from its siding and windows.The roof was one of those old metal ones that had been tarred over repeatedly through the years.In the backyard was a barbecue pit made of native stone, a rusted swing set, and a picnic table.There was a truck pulled up alongside the house and it looked like it had been there for years.I edged closer to the window and noted the back door.It was hanging wide and the dim interior of the house through that open backdoor appeared lifeless.Uneasy and unsatisfied, I moved all the way up to the window and settled down to watch.
I could detect no movement inside as I peered through the windows.There was a dark spot on the glass of one of them upstairs that made me uneasy.I could easily imagine it was blood, splattered there as someone was killed or maimed.Listlessly, I checked my watch and realized it was only a half hour before the sun went down.I scratched the back of my head where some mosquito had bitten me and continued to watch.I observed the house for fifteen minutes by my watch before deciding to proceed.With a long final glance, I moved away from the window and headed for the ladder.
The loft floor squeaked under my feet as I moved across the planking.My footsteps seemed loud in the barn and I paused at the top of the ladder and looked around.The cat wasn’t in sight and I felt a slight sense of loss.Its purring and rubbing against my leg was the only companionship I had known since jumping in the cone truck that morning.Something scraped against the wood planning along the back of the barn and I froze.Dropping my hand to my belt, I unsnapped the thong of the holster that held the 9mm and looked at the back wall of the barn.Something moved out there and its form blocked the light that came between the planking as it moved along the back of the barn.
I drew back from the edge of the loft, mindful to place my feet carefully and gently to keep from making more noise than I had to.I lost sight of the progress of whatever was out there.Slipping the pistol from its holster I held it across my knees as I squatted on my heels.I tried to breathe shallowly as I waited.A minute passed and there was nothing more.I checked my watch and another minute went by.After five minutes passed with nothing showing at the door of the barn, I began easing forward toward the ladder.There, I waited indecisively a moment before slipping the pistol back into its holster and dropping a leg over the side of the loft and climbing down onto the ladder.
I made it halfway down before the dog came through the door of the barn and the movement scared me.I had my pistol out before I realized it was just a dog.Its head came up at my movement and its tail wagged and it took several steps inside.I laughed with relief and holstered the pistol and started climbing back down.My back was to the dog when it started to snarl and growl and when I turned around it was facing the door.I watched, frozen where I was, as a dark form, silhouetted against the light of the setting sun rushed into the barn and was on the dog before it could do anything.
It was a yellow-eye and it had its claws sunk into the retriever’s side before the animal could so much as bark.It let out a yelp and then the yellow-eye had its face buried into the scruff around the dog’s neck, snarling and growling as it bit into the poor animal’s throat.I dropped the few feet to the floor of the barn, staggered and almost fell as I landed.The yellow-eye’s head jerked up and he let go of the dog and came for me with frightening speed.
Pulling the pistol, I got it up and squeezed a shot off into his body right before he ran into me, he was snarling and snapping his jaws as he hit me.I squeezed the trigger again, the barrel touching his chest.His eyes went round with shock and I squeezed again and he fell to my feet and knocked me sprawling.I lay there a moment, collecting myself, feeling the pain burn in my shoulder and chest where I had been bitten earlier.After a moment passed, I rolled onto my side and crawled over to my shotgun.I used it to help support my weight and stood up.
Feeling my energy draining as the adrenaline left me again, I hobbled toward the barn door, ears alert for any warning sounds.I made the door and went through, my head swinging first left then right as I did.There was nothing in sight so I headed over the hill and toward the house.When I reached the back door, I stood there a moment listening and then went inside.
The back door opened into a kitchen and I pulled it shut behind me as I entered.With my eyes, forward, I fumbled with the lock on the handle behind me and latched the door.When it was locked, I took a few steps inside and let my eyes adjust to the darkness of the house after coming in from the sun.
The kitchen was deserted.There were three plates on the table, cold eggs and bacon, barely touched, on them.There were three glasses of milk.One of the plates had a coffee mug beside it.I went through the kitchen and peered through the open doorway that led out of it.It opened up into a dining room that appeared empty and I proceeded.
The dining room had two doorways leading from it.One was large and about eighty inches wide, the other about a third of that size.I stood looking from one to the other, then glanced out the window set in its wall to my right.Nothing moved outside.Looking through the larger door, it appeared that the room next to that was a living room.There was a couch, a loveseat and a coffee table.On one wall there was an old television, the kind that has legs and sits on the floor.There was a door there that looked like it led outside, and a stairway that was open led down to a small area in front of the door.The door was closed and I decided to go through the smaller doorway for the time being.
The room through the smaller doorway proved to be some sort of a den.There was a desk with an old roller chair.Various papers were on top of the desk and there was a gun cabinet along one wall.I took three steps inside the room before I saw that the gun cabinet door was hanging wide.There were three empty slots, where either rifles or shotguns would be kept and I crossed the room and looked down.The ammo drawer at the bottom was pulled open and there were a few shells on the floor.I wanted to look for more ammo for myself but decided to check the rest of the house first.
The living room was empty, as it had appeared when I glanced in.When I moved past the front door to head upstairs, I took time to make sure it was locked.I headed up the steps slowly, my shotgun to my shoulder.At the top of the steps was a hallway with three doors to the left, two to the right, and one at the end.Two of the doors on the left were open, and the one to the end on the left was open as well.
I swung into the first open doorway, scanned the room and stepped in, swinging to check behind the door.It was a kid’s bedroom, a few toys were willy-nilly on the floor and the bed was unmade.I stepped back into the hall and then into the other open doorway on the left.I pushed the door back, all the way against the wall before entering and when I did, I saw the body.It was a young girl, maybe twelve or thirteen.
She had long straight hair that was light brown and was wearing a denim skirt and I couldn’t tell what kind of shirt she wore because it was ripped to shreds.Her throat had been torn out and one of her arms was missing.Stepping closer, I saw that there was a gaping jagged hole in her abdomen and her intestines had been pulled out.So, they did eat what they killed.With my stomach fighting its urge to eject its contents, I backed out of the room and went for the open doorway across the hall.
It was obviously the master bedroom.A large four-poster bed commanded most of the room.I noticed that the bed was made but that the cover had been pulled to one side.I stepped all the way in and looked left and right.There was a door to the right that either went to a bathroom or closet, another to the left of the bed.I saw the blood on the wall on the left of the bed and walked around.On the floor was the body of a small child, maybe eight, lying face down.I toed him over on his side and the first thing I noticed were the teeth in his open mouth, jagged and sharp, row after row.I left his body there and went through the door on the right.
It opened into a large bathroom.There was another door that had to open into the hall.Crossing to it, I pulled it open and stepped into the hall.I turned and went to the other door that was off to the side and opened it all the way until it came up against a piece of furniture.The room was sparsely furnished, a Singer sewing machine sat before the window and there were several shelves.Some of the shelves held bolts of fabric, others books.A quick look told me the room was empty so I backed out and headed for the door at the end of the hallway.
It was the door to the attic and climbing the steps, I scanned the cluttered space, decided I should go up and check it thoroughly, and ascended all the way to the top.I moved through the boxes and loose items, found a pull-chain light and turned it on.There was nothing.I went back down and pulled the door shut behind me.My stomach rumbled and reminded me of my need so I went to the bathroom.


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