Evil Eyes Watching Me

October 23, 2008

The first time I walked by a house today, a cat gave me the evil eye. It was perched in a window next to a Halloween tombstone. I imagined the cat scanning the most private recesses of my brain and feeding off the dark thoughts hiding there.

Several hours later, I passed the house again, and the cat was in the same place with the same I-see-who-you-really-are stare.

The second time I decided to take a closer look and noticed the skull on the tombstone looking at me through its empty-socket-I’m-going-to-get-you-from-the-grave-sucker leer.

It’s as if the tombstone and cat have trained for this duet-of-doom role. I’ve walked by the house dozens of times and never seen the cat until today.

For the time being, I’ll be taking another route through the neighborhood.