The Devils eyes

The truth

Well, this story is based after something that happened to me a couple of years back, 2012 maybe, I forgot but I never forgot what happened on that night;

When I was 8 I went to a thing called beavers this was a club for boys and I hated it. My dad was the "beaver leader" and decided what the pack did each Monday night. We always got there early to setup. One night, I was standing by the car and my dad had gone into the hut to put some thing from the cars boot in. I always stayed outside in case someone robbed the car as my dad left the boot open ( I was 8 don't judge). I stayed there and noticed a figure on the other side of the road, he was wearing all black and had a hood covering his head. And I couldn't see his face from the angle I was at (It was the side of him) . I stared at him and felt weird as if something bad was going to happen yet couldn't figure out what it was. He kept walking down the road but he seemed to know I was there looking at him. He seemed to get right to the other side of the road and stopped symmetrical to where I was standing. he turned and than I saw it. His face was blood red and it seemed to have yellowish eyes that danced like fire. It's eyes were like a trance that hugged me and kept me still.I luckily managed to get out of it as he seemed to walk near me. I ran into the hut and hugged my dad. (I was 8) That experience was now I think about it magical yet dark as if he wanted me for something.

As I sit here in my room mesmerised by that nights event and typing it down. I think am I the only one who's seen something like this? But it seems I changed that night some how I don't know how though...

Well, let's get on with the story inspired by that night.