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Sensitive things, necessary things, how would we cope if our sight was taken from us? Come inside and explore the blood soaked world of Eyes - and see (ha!) where the story can take you.
This epic volume of horror contains the following:-
Where the Crow Flies - Wendy Lynn Newton
When Eyes Don’t Close – Olivia Arieti
Second Jab - Stuart Holland
The Eyes Have It - Rie Sheridan Rose
Watching - Justin Boote
Don’t Look - Dan Allen
Three Problems – Rickey Rivers Jr
Seeing Is Believing – Isn’t It? - Stuart Holland
The Watcher In The Well – Liam Spinage
Professor Milverton Merely Observes – Jim Dyar
How to Read a Woman – SJ Townend
The Chill of Her Disdain - Dona Fox
Look At Me – Olivia Arieti
Those Eyes Are Mine – Justin Boote
Petri-Fried – Stuart Holland
Tapetum Lucidum - David Turnbull
Firelight – Leslie Gulvas
Vanilla Goblin – Rickey Rivers Jr
Watching Us Scream and Beg to Die – Jim Dyar
Cold Offering – Colin Leonard
A Fresh Pair of Eyes – Dona Fox
Dorothy Davies
Dorothy Davies, writer, medium, editor, lives on the Isle of Wight in an old property which has its own resident ghosts. All this adds to her historical and horror writing.
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Eyes - Dorothy Davies
EYES
An Anthology of Horror Stories
Edited by Dorothy Davies
Published by Fiction4All (Gravestone Press) at Smashwords
Copyright 2022 Dorothy Davies
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CONTENTS
Where the Crow Flies - Wendy Lynn Newton
When Eyes Don’t Close - Olivia Arieti
Second Jab - Stuart Holland
The Eyes Have It - Rie Sheridan Rose
Watching - Justin Boote
Don’t Look - Dan Allen
Three Problems - Rickey Rivers Jr
Seeing Is Believing, Isn’t It? - Stuart Holland
The Watcher In The Well - Liam Spinage
Professor Milverton Merely Observes - Jim Dyar
How to Read a Woman - SJ Townend
The Chill of Her Disdain - Dona Fox
Look At Me - Olivia Arieti
Those Eyes Are Mine - Justin Boote
Petri-Fried - Stuart Holland
Tapetum Lucidum - David Turnbull
Firelight - Leslie Gulvas
Vanilla Goblin - Rickey Rivers Jr
Watching Us Scream and Beg to Die - Jim Dyar
Cold Offering - Colin Leonard
A Fresh Pair of Eyes - Dona Fox
Meet the Authors
Where The Crow Flies
Wendy Lynn Newton
"They say a bird flew out of Tamsey Abbott’s eye when she was born.
"Black, with wings tipped in emerald and indigo and beady golden eyes that landed square on the midwife’s own before it flew through the attic window and made its way towards Abbott’s Woods, with not so much as a caw for explanation as her mother drew her last breath.
"Not a small bird like the fledglings that circle Ol’ Tomsons’ barn each August, they claim, when the crabapples turn red as the leaves and wrinkle to mush as they ready to fall. It was as big as Papa Abbott’s fist after he’d sunk a jug of Brownie’s malt and as black as the mark on Mama Abbott’s arm Betsie swore she saw that day, as she watched her peg the laundry under the hayloft and her pinafore sleeve rose high enough to make Betsie flush and turn away.
Never been right,
Brownie says, taking a drag on a yellowed corn-cob pipe. The cramped room sweetens with the smell of peat and smoke from an autumn bonfire and he throws another faggot onto the flames. Not much is heard in the space between as they wait for Brownie’s story, heard a hundred times before in this same inn, on nights as dark and cold as this one. There’s only the crackle and pop of the pinewood and the rush of the orange flames as they lick the fireplace and dance over the grate and a single intake of air as the townspeople hold their breath to listen.
When she grewed, that eye never opened far enough to see the world outside,
he starts again. Can’t blame ‘er for that,
and there’s a few nods and whispers of, Aye, he’s right on that one.
She wore the black mark of that crow, bone-deep as her Mama did, only her poor bird never escaped. Some say it grew in her belly until the day she birthed Tamsey and it was passed on from mother to daughter as real as her blood and as sharp as her pain. And if you looked into that young girl’s eye -
Several faces lean in towards Brownie.
If you dared to -
There is a clinking of glasses as someone jostles the broad oak table and a circular Shhhhh,
rises gently in unison.
Well, some say you could see nothing but the black footprint of that bird and a queer expression on Tamsey’s face like she was waiting for it to come home to roost.
Never let go of nothin’, those ones,
Joe Healy adds as he drags on the sweet-spiced, bitter-hopped beer. You see ‘em hoarding things high in them nests, trophies like. Was bound to come back one day to claim what was his. They never forget.
They say a bird like that doesn’t wait too long to come back,
Brownie adds and William Buckley nudges Joe to stop him interrupting again. It bides its time; waiting for the right moment when it can steal what it claims is his. Who could tell when that would be?
I hear’d Frankie Gordon seen it once,
Joe says, ignoring William’s glare, right before it happened,
and the room takes on a suffocating hush as he picks up the storytelling.
Most steered clear of Abbott’s farm, ol’ Papa Abbott, he had a real ripe temper, but Frankie, he needs to get home real sharp one night, get in before his missus cottons on he’s messing ‘bout with that Millie Dowd. He’s cuttin’ through the field that lines up right outside Tamsey’s room when he looks up and sees the shadow of that bird, black as her eye and huge as a man, framed inside her window. Perched over her like that while she slept.
There’s a single cough and a shuffle of feet as everyone’s eyes fix on Joe.
Ol’ Frankie, he wants to call out, but he’s scared, see, and then he hears it, loud, he says, as loud as the crows that fly each night into Abbott’s Woods. Cawing from that upstairs bedroom window, so sad and plaintive it made Frankie’s heart ache. As if Tamsey’s bird was caught in some great trap set by Papa Abbott’s hand.
There is a low murmur as heads bow towards the table, and the fire snaps and spits in the hearth.
No-one knows for sure when the bird returned, only that it happens and no-one knows why,
Brownie continues, least, why that night, of all nights, I mean.
His pipe lays cold by his hand, but his eye lingers on Joe’s. Some say it was the newly-skinned doe hide Papa Abbott tacked over her bedroom window, pale as her own skin and just as soft. Others claim it was the foot he cut from the lame buck she saved and rammed into the keyhole of her door, so’s it couldn’t be opened, ‘cept from the outside. Couldn’t get out, they said, and you should never trap a wild thing. And they’d seen the wild that had flown from her eye on the day she was born. Trapped like that, most said it was nature fighting back.
Nature does what nature is,
mumbled William and Brownie raises his glass as if to toast.
When they found him like that in her room, with his eyes clawed from his skull and the flesh of his hands pecked to shreds, they knew’d what had happened. Even before they seen that long, black feather quill tipped with emerald and indigo jammed into his heart.
The crow had come home to roost,
Joe mutters and Brownie nods, a queer half-smile on his face.
"Some swear they saw it, her bird, flying from her bedroom window that day, on wings as black as ash from one of Cutter’s spring bonfires, graceful as an angel’s as it flew into Abbott’s woods. Others swear they heard it, clear as a church bell, a sweet caw caw caw as it swooped overhead. Sheriff Brody frowned through the whole inquest, but even he had no choice. Natural causes, he confirmed, for it was nature for sure that had killed him. And they buried Papa Abbott under a pile of white stones in a sad, forgotten place far away from where Tamsey’s mother lay."
A curl of smoke drifts up to the rafters as Brownie pauses and takes a sip of beer.
I hear’d she goes looking for that bird.
And Brownie turns a dark eye to Joe and nods.
"At night, they say, when the north wind whispers through the trees and the leaves shake, when the white doe-tails flit through the woods like snow-capped fireflies and even the brown-flecked bucks are safe down in their burrows, you can hear her caw as loud and woeful as the ravens that line Ol’ Thomson’s fence at dusk."
Frankie reckons it’s the same sound he hear’d that night, coming from Tamsey’s open window,
Joe adds and Brownie’s eyes turn sad.
When the moon is ripe and her blood is set to stir, she takes flight with feet bare to the mud, cracking open the old, oak gate at the end of the loke and heads straight to Abbott’s woods where the crows nest, high at the peak of the giant oaks where the moonlight is at its fullest. There she flies, leaving behind an attic bedroom fixed in shadow, till her feet are as light as feathers, and the curve of her back is nothing more than a blur of wings slipping further away into the dark.
When Eyes Don’t Close
Olivia Arieti
Neville considered himself a lucky guy; he was a successful businessman and happily married to Alice, his high school sweetheart. The couple, young and charming, lived in an elegant house in the outskirts with a big garden and a swimming pool where they often threw parties especially on summer evenings. Alice’s liveliness was amusing him while her lovely silhouette never stopped seducing him. Her eyes, in particular, had always intrigued him, gleaming with enthusiasm and glee during the day, with wanton desire at night time.
When the devoted husband met Jinny, his whole world crumbled and he had to admit that there was a woman more beautiful and appealing than his wife.
It was a total shock, a challenge or rather a menace to his wellbeing and certainties. Doubts entered his mind, lust his heart; Jinny’s image followed him everywhere.
‘Perhaps, if I talk to her, go as far as having a drink, I would get her off my mind,’ thought Neville, confident that it was only a momentary crush. The girl wasn’t his type. True, she was gorgeous but had more the aspect of the femme fatal that never attracted him. The veiled black stockings that made her legs so seductive, however, flashed before him and he wondered what it would be like to pull them off slowly and catch a glimpse of her lingerie that surely was black as well…
Never had a drink been more fatal. Jinny personified sensuality and let it seep from every pore. Her smile was voluptuous, her voice a continuous invitation, her touch mesmerising. There was nothing he could