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The Walls Have Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium

Submitted: January 16, 2019

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The Walls Have Eyes

I’ve often heard it said that walls have ears; to be careful what you say because you can never be sure quite who is listening. Forget the ears. My walls have eyes!

These eyes look very real. When they appear, they follow my every move, and the intelligence within them is very clear to see. So, too, is the maliciousness. These eyes, wherever they come from, whoever they belong to, wish me harm.

At first those eyes only showed up in one room, on one particular wall. They were not real. That is what I told myself, at least. Even so, I bought a large picture, hung it on the offending section of plasterboard. That was better; if the eyes looked out from there now, they would see nothing more than the back of a painting.

As I relaxed, secure that I was not being watched, they appeared on the opposite wall, blinked and glared defiantly. Round one to those mysterious eyes; I conceded defeat and went to bed.

Was it my placing that picture over its look-out spot that changed the rules? True or not, from that moment on those eyes appeared anywhere and everywhere. I had no privacy AT ALL! Someone was trying to drive me out, maybe. Or could it be that I was simply going insane?

Maybe, possibly, I’d have found a way to survive in a house with those eyes popping up whenever they chose to watch me in hostility. But that was not all; those eyes seemed to develop powers, telepathic ones. If I walked towards an open door, it slammed shut. If I was cooking in the kitchen I would find myself having to duck to avoid a knife suddenly flying up from the counter.

The deciding action involved the stairs and the carpet that covered them. I was descending them, in semi-darkness, when I swear the carpet rucked itself up and made me trip. As I fell to the bottom I could see those eyes appear in the wall, smiling eyes, gloating in triumph.

I decided then and there to leave, put the house on the market and stay in bed-and-breakfast accommodation until a buyer could be found. If you’ve just bought a property, just moved in, beware.

But even if you haven’t, don’t believe that you are in any way safe. For I lived in the same house for twelve years before noticing them – the eyes in the wall.


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