A Visitor in September
It was the eyes that bugged me the most. Scribbled black ovals that looked as if a child had filled them in. When they first appeared on the figures face I couldn’t help but get close to the glass and stare into them. Every day the lines that filled those ovals would change.
Spotlighting
The silence in the night offered no answers and he stopped moving altogether and stared wide eyed out into the darkness. Trying to listen for any sounds. As the silence around him settled in he thought he was just hallucinating. There was no way that was a real thing. He leaned back in the tree stand and looked down at the flashlight. He could only feel it in his hands, but even with the trigger pressed the damn thing would not shine.