Demon Eyes

By Duane Davis

Demon Eyes is a story of a small towns fight against a covered up war era experiment that lurked within their forests. The primal night predators had broken out of their secretive government controlled forest facility and had found fresh meat- the citizens of Clayton County. A group of uncommon people banded together with the local Sheriff Ted Anderson- a man who had fought to make people believe the creatures existed for twenty years, and defeated their worst nightmare the Demon Eye creatures. They are large Ape-like creatures with red glowing eyes that stalk humans for food at night. The townspeople also thwart the government cover-up and kill them all, except for one small infant Demon Eye...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Duane Davis
• Release date: Dec 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9780965131131

Duane Davis

I am a retired enforcement regional Park Ranger living in Northern California. I have been writing fiction and non-fiction for over twenty years. My first passion in long distance running and my second is writing. I am celebrating my fortieth wedding anniversary in 2019.

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Demon Eyes

By Duane Davis

Edited By

Jerry Bowen

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

COPYRIGHT 1993 by Duane Davis

All rights reserved. Self Published in Winters, California.

Editorial Assistance from Jerry Bowen,

Vacaville, CA.

Library of Congress Catalog Card Number:

96-096111

ISBN 0-9651311-0-6

First printing, April 1996

Printed in the United States of America.

Cover Design by Steven Leonard.

For Leslie and the kids!

AUTHOR'S NOTE!

The Amazon basin is the largest rain forest in the world. The canopy of the jungle becomes so thick that it blocks out all the sunlight from the plants and animals that live below. Animals living in this world of perpetual darkness must adapt to survive or perish.

Amazon basin Indians lives hard and primitive lives deep within the hot rainy jungle. They hunt the forest animals and have fallen prey to the legendary predators of the rain forest. Sometimes the legendary predators of the rain forest are kept alive, by their word of mouth and ceremonial rituals. Sometimes they are kept alive by the horror of their mere existence.

One such legendary predator they call DEMON EYES. They tried to exterminate the Demon Eyes for centuries until it was removed from their forest by a more technologically advanced people. Even though they were freed of their worst fear, that fear is kept alive in their legends and rituals and now their primitive prayers. They pray that the Demon Eyes horror never returns from its new North American home.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One- BENTON COUNTY INCIDENT

Chapter Two- LAYTON COUNTY INCIDENT

Chapter Three- POOR JUDY

Chapter Four- WITNESS STATEMENT

Chapter Five- EYEWITNESS

Chapter Six- TIME TO GRIEVE

Chapter Seven- TRAPPER ADAMS

Chapter Eight- RED EYED MONSTERS

Chapter Nine- SARAH'S PASSION

Chapter Ten- TOWN MEETING

Chapter 11- OLD FIREHOUSE

Chapter Twelve- THE COMPOUND

Chapter Thirteen- HOMO AMAZONIOUS!

Chapter Fourteen- FOREST TRAIL

Chapter Fifteen- REST IN PEACE DR. WINTERS

Chapter Sixteen- GUN GO BOOM!

Chapter Seventeen- DEMON EYES IN THE TREES

Chapter Eighteen- SHERIFF 1 : DEMON EYES 0

Chapter One- BENTON COUNTY INCIDENT

1982

The twenty-eight year old Trooper Ted Anderson stood tall and handsome in his uniform. He was a north western State Trooper on swing shift patrolling the quiet Interstate 557. He drove westbound along the wooded four lane freeway searching for violators and often gazed into the red horizon.

In the distant horizon, he noticed an overloaded hay truck leaving the highway. He watched it turn onto Farrow Road a mile ahead of him. He knew that this was a common commerce practice to avoid the Interstate scales at Hightown, so he followed him. He paced and the odometer clocked the semi-truck at 76 mph for one mile.

As he marked 8:00 p.m. on his log sheet and prepared to make the traffic stop, he saw the truck swerve off the road and slam into the embankment. It was as if the driver was trying to avoid hitting something on road. Hay bales blocked the road and lay scattered all across the roadway.

Ted arrived on the scene and noticed the driver, Ron Rogers, some distance away from his truck. He was running into the darkened countryside and Ted assumed that the driver was injured or in shock. Through Ted's car radio, he notified the Benton State Dispatch Center of his situation and requested a back-up unit. The dispatch sergeant advised him that none were available in his area.

After lighting flares at the accident scene, Ted started out on foot to catch the driver. He watched him enter a small lighted cabin on the edge of the National Wilderness Area. As he got closer, he smelled cedar smoke rising from the old cabin's chimney.

Approaching the cabin, he found a large blood stained butcher knife lying on the wooden front porch. Seeing blood smears on front door jam, he pulled his duty weapon. On entering, he found freshly cooked food and beverages on the table. He couldn't see anyone in the two room cabin, but found a blood trail starting in the kitchen and leading out the back door.

He followed the blood drenched trail with his flashlight. It led him into a large wooden barn. His light illuminated the driver that was laying backside down in the blood stained dirt. Near him was a blue clear crystalline rock. Ted noticed the terrorized man bleeding from large deep bite wounds on both legs. As he knelt next to him, the man pointed repeatedly to a dark corner of the barn's upper hay loft.

Ted knew that he must remove the danger to both of them. He trained his flashlight onto the wooden ladder and slowly climbed to the loft. With his revolver in his right hand, he shined the flashlight around at the top step. Suddenly, something in the shadows knocked the flashlight from his hand.

He could only see a set of large red glowing eyes peering at him from behind bales of hay. He pulled himself up into the loft. With a sweat drenched forehead, he approached the unknown animal. He still had his duty weapon drawn and felt as if he was being stalked.

Distracted by movement behind him, he turned quickly to see two more sets of approaching glowing eyes. He yelled at them to halt and blasted six 357 caliber hollow point rounds into their direction.

He turned, knelt down, reloaded, and discharged four more rounds into the shadows in front of him. He heard a screaming sound from one in front of him and grunts from others behind him. Their glowing eyes vanished into the darkened loft and he quickly backed down the ladder to the barn floor.

Ted applied tourniquets to the victim's half eaten legs. While dragging the driver back to the highway to the safety of his patrol unit, he felt as if something was watching them from the shadows. Ted radioed for code 3 back up and an air ambulance for the truck driver.

At 9:45 p.m., a Hightown General Life Flight helicopter arrived and landed on Farrow Road. The victim was packaged and loaded for transport. Prior to lift off, the helicopter crew advised Ted that landing, they had seen numerous dark shapes with red glowing eyes in the bushes surrounding the crash site.

The life flight went airborne and Ted drove his unit back to the interstate junction. He waited at the junction for his back up to arrive. About five minutes later, he saw his two back-up unit's flashing lights exit the freeway. He turned on his lights and they followed him to the crash site.

They searched the area with flood lights, but no tracks or animals were found. Proceeding to the cabin, they methodically searched its interior.

Ted found a severed unidentified human left index-finger, possibly male lying on the blood stained floor in the bedroom closet. Ted remembered that Rogers had all his fingers intact, when he found him.

A search of the barn revealed long black hair samples that were bagged and tagged. No other evidence was found and nothing else out of the ordinary was seen.

Meanwhile, the state patrol dispatcher located the cabin's owner in Hightown via phone. The owner advised the dispatcher that he only went to the cabin for summer vacations, and no food was left in the cabin. In the past, he found homeless drifters staying in his cabin without his permission.

The Dispatcher relayed this information to Ted at the scene by radio. AT 12:30 a.m., the Search ended and the troopers returned to the state patrol Benton County Headquarters. Ted finished his report, turned it in to his Patrol Commander and by 1:00 a.m. Ted was off duty.

HIGHTOWN INN 1:20 A.M.;

Still shaken from his encounter, Ted walked into the little dirty western bar where he and his high school friends frequented. Once inside, he was seen by a couple of his friends who pushed a barstool towards him. He smiled and dragged it across the peanut-shell littered floor to the bar. Thanks guys. Hey Patrick how about a beer over here! he yelled across the noisy, sparsely crowded, room.

Ted, help yourself. You know where the tap is buddy! the frail, acne faced, Irish man spoke out as he kept cleaning off tables trying to close by two.

Sitting down, with drink in hand, he shared his experiences in the barn with his friends and the town gossip, Gabby Davis. Ted talked of the large shapeless animals with red glowing eyes. A silence fell around the bar as his story unfolded. No one questioned him and they believed his every word. They encircled him listening to his story all the way out of the locked doors. Once Ted saw his tired self in the store window, he decided to say good night and went home.

He walked over and climbed into his 78' Ford F100 pick-up truck. A little light headed and sleepy, he drove slowly out of Hightown. The short drive ended at the 125 acre ranch and its house his grandfather had left him. When he went inside, he was jumped upon by the six bedroom house's only other inhabitant, a 120 pound German Shepherd dog named Max. Down boy. Down Max!

After putting Max outside, Ted lay back on his sofa and tried to relax. The recurring picture in his mind of red glowing eyes watching him, kept him from sleeping. Memories of his childhood were raging in his head like a movie.

He remembered bits and pieces of the day his mother and father left him with his grandfather, for summer vacation. He never saw them again from the time he was eight. He found out a year later they were killed in a robbery/homicide at their Los Angeles home the day after they dropped him off.

He grew up wanting to find the people who killed his parents. They were never captured. He focused on the legal system to make his life right. His elderly grandfather helped him through college and into law enforcement. Unfortunately his grandfather passed away in his sleep three weeks before his graduation from the State Patrol Academy. He turned off the light and slowly sank into oblivion.

WASHINGTON, DC SEPTEMBER 24, 10:30 A.M.

A telephone rings three times before a receptionist answers the phone, Investigations, Ms. Ryan. How may I direct your call please?

A man's voice, Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr. Barnes.

I'm sorry you must have the wrong office. There's no one here by that name sir.

Liberty, Equality and Justice for all.

Thank you; go ahead with your call to Investigator Barnes.

Agent Barnes answers the phone, Hello

"Henry, this is Major Dennings. We may have a security problem at the Benton County site. A feeding incident occurred yesterday and was witnessed by two people. One's a State Trooper and the other's a long haul truck driver. I'll fax you a copy of the state trooper's report.

The young trooper may be a problem for you. The truck driver is the feeding victim and is at Hightown General Hospital. I don't think he'll make it until morning."

Dennings, I will be on the next flight back to the compound and will make certain that we have no more problems like this one. I'll also take care of our trooper friend out there. I'm receiving your fax now, Thanks! Agent Barnes says and hangs up.

HIGHTOWN STATE PATROL OFFICE- 5:00 P.M.

After a six hour flight, Agent Barnes a sarcastic domineering type, arrives at the State Police Station and meets with the captain. Hello Captain Culpepper, my name is Agent Barnes.

Yes, someone from the governor's office called and advised me that you were coming.

Captain, an incident sensitive to national security occurred last night near the Wumpa National Wilderness Area. Any paper trail of the incident that your office possesses, must be suppressed completely. Bring anything you have to me, please. The captain complied without flinching.

The original crime report turned in by Ted and the radio dispatch tape of his stop were brought into their meeting. Barnes threw them into his briefcase. Ted was summoned from his residence by the captain’s secretary. Barnes waited ten minutes for Ted. Soon he walked into the meeting and was greeted by his Captain Culpepper and introduced to Agent Barnes.

The well manicured man only nodded, without looking up at Ted and searched through his briefcase. He found and held up Ted's report. He glared This never happened Trooper Anderson. Forget about it all together.

Ted snapped back One, possibly two men were savagely mauled last night. We have to find out whom or what did that!

Forget it, Trooper Anderson, that incident never occurred last night! Barnes told Ted with an angry look and exited the room snapping his chestnut brown suitcase shut.

Ted's Captain, Lee Culpepper, squinted over his reading glasses to Ted and rumbled And that is also an order from me Trooper Anderson.

Ted left the office confused and a little angry. He knew what he saw and he needed more answers. That afternoon on his time off, Ted defied Barnes and followed up on the incident in the cabin by himself. He went casually into the locker room and pulled his pin-on ID from his locker and wore it into the main offices area, as if he was working plain clothes.

No one really paid much attention to him as he checked with his evidence officer and friend Sam Mulligan, Sam, how's it going.

Slow Teddy, thought you were off man.

Yeah, I had a few things I had to come in and take care of.

Bummer man. So what do you need buddy?

I need to see the evidence from a call I had last night. You remember the one out by the Wilderness Area last night. Remember, I turned in a severed finger for evidence.

Ted I missed that one, I was off last night. Ted that's funny, because the check-in sheet from last night is missing and the swing shift officer put in his log that nothing was turned into evidence, no finger or anything else. What was the report number?

Case #82-0828, Ted replied as the officer tried to look it up on the master computer.

Wow, hey that number doesn't even exist in the Master Computer. It has been voided out. Are you sure of the number?

Yeah, that was the right one.

Well all the evidence and the report are gone man.

Thanks anyway Sam, I have to get moving. See yah later.

As he was walking by the squad room, he saw one of his back up troopers Mac. Hi Mac, a funny thing happened to me in the evidence room. The report and all the evidence from that call to the Wilderness Area last night are missing.

Mac gave him