““could feel something staring back at him. He fixated on the barn door and drew deeply off of his cigarette. As he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke he saw two red lights appear in the barn door. “Were they lights?” he thought. “No. They were reflecting the moon. Whatever they were they weren’t lights.” He took a step to the right and the two red things moved with him. He took a step back and then a step to the left and they moved with him again. He began to feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The air smelled strangely of ozone, like right before a thunderstorm. He closed his eyes slowly in a deep blink before deciding to go investigate but as he opened his eyes back up realized that the two red things he was perceiving were themselves eyes as they had blinked back at him. He felt cold and nauseous all at once and knew immediately that he was in danger of some unknown, eldritch sort the likes of which he had never imagined. He wondered if he was he going crazy? Surely he was. Yet no danger had ever felt so imminent.””
