Twist in the Tale: Those Eyes

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Debolina Coomar

Twist in the Tale: Those Eyes Loading

Maya dreaded those eyes whenever she walked down the lane to her house. Ever since she had shifted to this new locality, Maya felt an eerie feeling about everything around her. She felt as if the entire place was haunting her — the open windows of the houses, the people staring and chattering, the kids in the park, everything. She hardly spoke to anybody, except her really old landlady, who could hardly see, but knew the smell of money very well.

Maya was in her late twenties and had a slim and trim figure. Her surprisingly long hair was mostly tied up as a ponytail. She was not stunningly beautiful, but had a sultry attractiveness about her, partly because of her seductive and addictive smile. Maya had shifted here a month ago, when she took up a new job in the night shift of a call centre. She stayed alone and had surely managed to raise some eyebrows.

She was like a breath of fresh air in the boring locality. The loafers found a new object to tease, the aunties  a new subject of gossip, and the older men discovered— a new treat. Well, as disgusting as it sounds, it was the reality. Maya simply tried to ignore it all. Sometimes, she felt frustrated, but she thought the best way was to shut herself up after work and follow her passion.

Everything went along in this mundane, uneventful manner, but after a couple of weeks, someone new came to the locality. Someone insignificant and irritating — a beggar. He chose a cozy spot down the lane and called it his ‘home’. He begged for money or food in the most annoying way. Kids were frightened of him because his appearance was scary. Others ignored him.

Maya’s first encounter was when her sandal strap snapped one day and she was standing by the lane trying to make a stop-gap repair on it. The beggar came from nowhere and started abusing her for standing in his home. Maya got so scared that she almost ran back to her house. His eyes followed her till she disappeared.

Since then, everyday his eyes followed Maya whenever she went past. Nothing haunted her more than those eyes. Whenever she came back in the night, it was her nightmare to take that lane back home, but it was unavoidable. The eyes were there, ready to pierce through her soul; they were disgusting, dirty and terrifying. One day, he even tried to get close to her with an annoying look and filthy touch.

Days went by, but, the ill-fated night was not far away.

On a full moon night, Maya was returning from her work and the lane was completely deserted. The beggar made his move and hell broke loose.

Next morning, Maya was woken up by the loud noises of a neighbourhood in an uproar. She was still recovering from what had happened last night. She came out and saw people running towards the end of the lane. She also joined the crowd.

Police had cordoned off the area, and people crowded the place around it. Maya pushed in, and she was shocked to see the beggar’s lifeless body lying on the road. His eyes were popping out as if he has seen the face of death. Maya’s  seductive smile spread over her face, but no one noticed. A policeman asked, “do you know him? Did you see something?” Maya replied, “NO.”

No, she hadn’t seen anything, but the beggar saw the face of death— in Maya. It was Friday, the 13th, last night. The night when Maya was in full power. The beggar saw the evil in her — the witch, who grew tall as a tree, with long hair, inverted toes and a horrifying look on her face. Her eyes chased him everywhere. Finally, his soul gave up. Maya was powerful by one more soul, her appetite was full for the night.

Maya felt uneasy with so many people around, but she needed their souls one by one. The beggar triggered her thirst once again since she had left the last locality. Her passion for black magic and devil worship finally paid off.

Now, her eyes followed everybody, searching for the next victim.

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We all live with both GOOD and EVIL in society. Both, the GOD and the DEVIL in us keeps us ALIVE. 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

As a believer of 'live & let live', Debolina likes to enjoy the little things of life. As a person who enjoys reading, writing and interacting with people, she finds it exciting to write about emotions, experiences, stories, lifestyle, parenting, self-improvement, current affairs and pretty much everything that affects a common man's life. Debolina is an ex-HR and Corp. Comm. professional, wife to a wonderful husband, mother to a lovely daughter; and a freelance content, creative writer, content developer and blogger. She strives to ignite the power of thought with a whole new perspective. Debolina shares her thoughts at: debolinacoomar.wordpress.com

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