Flash Fiction #40 – Evil Eyes

I can’t sleep. 

I have trouble sleeping 

since I looked evil in the eyes. 

It was three years ago, 

but I still remember clearly 

looking into those orbs 

that were not rooted in place by a soul. 

Something else was inside there, 

moving those eyes around. 

As absurd as this sounds, 

they creaked like ungreased hinges 

as they scanned my feminine form. 

I was so relieved 

when my husband finally picked me up. 

I thought I escaped those eyes. 

But I feel them on me now. 

And I hear squeaks 

outside my bedroom window. 

Is he watching?

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