The Red Eyed Man

When I was still married to Farquhar Bastardcelot we lived in a house by the sea. It had three bedrooms. Princess PITA had one, Fartichoke had another and FB had the biggest. Our marriage was a war zone and I used to sleep on the couch.

Princess PITA would never go into FB’s room, I didn’t either mind you but she point blank refused to go in saying “The red eyed man” would get her. Whenever we used to go out she would look up at FB’s bedroom window and say the red eyed man was watching us. I thought it was just a kid thing to be honest. She was 2 at the time.

Anyway one night I was sitting in the dining room playing Spider Solitaire on the PC when I felt that prickle – someone was watching me. The dining room had two doors, one which led into the kitchen and one which led into the hallway. I felt the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I was literally terrified.

I looked up and there was FB standing in the kitchen doorway, face contorted, he was livid. He was moving his mouth like he was chewing his own teeth and his eyes appeared to be glowing red in the light, the fury seemed to be coming off him in waves and I felt sure he was going to kill me. Even now, I feel cold writing this.

I knew my only chance was to get up the stairs and run past his room and lock myself in the bathroom. The only room in the house with a bolt on the door. I tipped a chair over to try and delay him. I needed every second I could get if I was going to survive and made a run for it, out into the hallway and up the stairs like the hounds of hell were after me. I couldn’t breathe I was so frightened and I could feel my heart pumping in my throat.

As I ran past his room I glanced in – and he was lying in bed asleep.

There wasn’t anyone behind me.

I was alone.

All I could hear was the blood pumping in my ears. The taste of Adrenalin in my mouth and that absolutely horrific fear I was wrong and I was about to die.

I can’t tell you how shocked I felt and how unsettled. I was still terrified, I know he was downstairs, I saw him. I thought I was going to die at his hands.

Did I see a ghost? Was it an embodiment of his anger? Were what Princess PITA saw and what I saw one and the same?

I just don’t know.

31 thoughts on “The Red Eyed Man

  1. No wonder you divorced him. Someone who astrally projects THAT has some serious ‘soul’ problems IMHO. I’d have kept a bottle of holy water near by, just in case. Brrrrrrr.. That’s perhaps the creepiest thing I’ve ever read. :O

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  2. Very interesting! Two witnesses, same description. Not a ghost since the person was still alive.

    I would like to add a thought of what it could be. Something people used to talk about in the old days.

    A Vision

    People have described them as a type of augmented reality that is designed to deliver a warning about something or someone who’s trouble. Visions are often describe as “being very real” but once over there is no tangible evidence of the event.

    Visions have also been known to produce usable information about upcoming dangers and people have been known to share in the same visions before an event or about an individual.

    Just a thought

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    1. I think you have a very valid point. I really don’t know what I saw but I definitely saw it as a warning. This wasn’t all that long before I left with the kids while he was at work – utterly terrified of him. I’ve had other events, long before this of times when I was overwhelmed by an instinct to go from where I was. Twice were IRA explosions I was there for and if I hadn’t moved, I could have been killed. I know if I ever experience that again I won’t look back, I’ll leave as fast as I can. Whether it’s a guardian angel or subliminal observations I don’t know – but I believe it’s a guardian angel

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      1. You Stated — ” I’ve had other events, long before this of times when I was overwhelmed by an instinct to go from where I was.”

        My Response — That’s very useful information because it provides a history of successful data.

        We may not know the delivery mechanism for where the visions come from but we have repeatable feedback that suggests they are useful in maintaining your safety.

        The origin of the information is not readily available, but the ability to improve access to it might be.

        You may be able to use outside methods to improve the experience, such as meditation. Possibly even focused emotional expression or writing.

        Have you ever thought about what the trigger might be? What were doing that triggered access to these events?

        You may be a spiritual person (like me) but the scientific method is the best way to explore what you are experiencing

        Just a thought

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      2. The first was a exploding car nail bomb. I was with friends and her brother who I didn’t like came to talk to us. (he had a crush on me and I was uncomfortable with him)
        We were stood watching an army band marching and playing music. I suddenly felt very panicky and just blurted out that i was going. My girl friends went into a shop and I got about 200 yards up the road when it detonated. I was blown to the ground and suffered cuts and nasty abrasions. My friends were injured by flying glass. My friends brother was killed by a nail penetrating his skull. I felt guilt for a long time. The second time I was meeting a friend in Harrods for lunch. We were both on the fourth floor and I suddenly felt panicky again and just had to leave. He said he’d meet me in the food hall and I went running for the escalators as I didn’t want to get in the elevator. I was almost to the ground floor when a bomb went off above. I got flung off the escalator. He got flung across the floor and had several broken bones.
        Maybe I saw something – probably not! I was obtuse about stuff like that.

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