All In The Eyes


The eyes are one of our powerful weapons. I hear so many comments made about my eyes.
“I saw the world in your eyes.”
“Everything I ever wished for, I could see in your eyes.”
“I’ve never known anyone give much such a malevolent stare.”
“You are dead behind the eyes.”
“That hollow look you give me, chills me inside.”
“Your reptilian, empty stare always unnerved me.”
When we first engage with you, we are able to reflect back at you want you desperately want. Hope, optimism, desire and trust are all mirrored in our eyes. Do not be mistaken and think that we generate those looks. We do not. All we are doing is ensuring that you see what you want to see in order to ensnare you. This mirroring serves two purposes. Firstly, it shows you what you crave for and makes us all the more attractive to you. Secondly, it masks the empty void that truly exists. Whilst my kind and me learn how to behave and act, we mimic the way in which we are expected to respond in the most favourable manner, we do not truly feel any of those things and we cannot generate it in our eyes. Everything else we are able to simulate – the laugh, the smile, the look of surprise, the intonation of elation in our voices. We have carefully crafted these facsimiles of your emotions but managing to do so in our eyes has always eluded us. We cannot fall at the first hurdle however and have you see through our charade. Accordingly, we have managed to master the mirroring technique. You want that love and hope so badly you will see it in us when you are really just seeing yourself. We hold your gaze for longer than anyone else. You are conned into thinking this just demonstrating the intensity of our desire for you. It is not. We must look directly into your eyes to shine back at you that which you send towards us. Should we look way, the reflection may fail and we must always have you in our eye.
As with all of our pretence we are unable to maintain this deceit for long. The mirror breaks and the shards of reflection fall away leaving the chasm of emotionlessness behind. The barren hinterland beyond our eyes is all that is left, bereft of anything at all. That is why in the later stages you will see nothing when you look at us. We cannot generate those real emotions and our mirror has now failed. Our real gaze is all that is left, cold, empty and lifeless. People often remark about how the eyes are the window to the soul. Our soul left long ago and that is why you look into dead, uncaring eyes. Even though our mouth is upturned in a smile, the crows feet at the sides crease and the brow rises, our eyes betray us. Glacial and sterile they show the reality of what we are; devoid of positive emotion and spiritually bankrupt.
All that we are able to muster is hatred. Our loathing of this unjust world is so intense that it will break through when we wish to direct that hatred against you. That is when the emptiness vanishes and instead you are subjected to our laser-like, pinpoint accurate malevolent stare. I mentioned in the recollection about the cookie jar, how I had practised my withering stare one summer. This is the precursor to our malice, our antipathy and our scorn. With consummate ease we will call on it to intimidate you and signal our contempt for you. It is powerful, unwavering and unsettling. To be on the receiving end of our hateful stare is not a pleasant experience. We muster such power with our eyes, to seduce you and then to break you, but the reality is that we only have three settings. The mirror, the void and the hatred. There is nothing else. That is all that our eyes have.

10 thoughts on “All In The Eyes

  1. mrsdark666 says:

    The look you see from their eyes when they think your not looking, frightening. The grin , the heavy lids of the eyes squinting as if hes conquered and you are unaware of his evil thoughts of using you once again.


  2. Mona says:

    I have seen the next generation yesterday. A young man! I provoked a little bit because he was too friendly, too polite, telling me what I wanted to hear. I needed some information. Well, I made it , because then I saw the stare. He could not hide it. His eyes darkened and he stared at me. Now I know what he is. No hope. He is lost. So, I do not care for him anymore. No support useful.

  3. Maria says:

    it must have been an impish glitch ..

  4. Maria says:

    What is going on in here???

  5. amsodone says:

    “Your reptilian, empty stare always unnerved me.” Woe, a great quote!
    I have to say – I was never unnerved, though I will always, recall that imprinted look – that void, empty… so the word “reptilian” is perfect… a snake.
    I knew the eyes were ‘off’ but did not know why – now I understand.

  6. Stephanie Farlow says:

    Hello H G
    I felt compelled to post a comment on this one. I remember one night a year ago now when he invited me over to hang and cook food and play Scrabble. What made this invitation so inviting was that there was snow on the ground and lots of it. I brought a bottle of my uncles homemade dago red.
    The day started just as I had expected. It was fun and exciting. As the day wore on though we both began getting a bit intoxicated. There was probably 3 feet of snow on the ground by now with blizzard like conditions and zero visibility as nightfall approached.
    He jumped up and dialed my friend Pam on his cell. She had blocked him because he had been trying to bed her. He then called her from her house line. She made the mistake of answering. She refused to talk to him and he handed me the phone and said tell her and her sister to walk over here now. Make it happen. I asked she declined. She only lived 4 blocks away but the weather was just awful.
    When I hung up he called me a jealous ,sneaky bitch and said I was really great at being deceitful.
    He then started to text on his cell. A half hour later he said that if I didn’t get Pam and her sister ,Karen ,to come over I had to leave because while he doesn’t want me to leave….the girl coming over would see 3 women playing board games as a social situation but not one person.
    I didn’t even try to protest but I followed him upstairs as he started to shave. And I said so I have to leave ? All I could think of was the blizzard like conditions.
    Here is the part about the EYES . When he looked back at me and explained again why I had to leave with a smile on his face. I saw absolutely nothing behind his eyes for the first time in 19 years !! The NOTHINGNESS. It was and still is to date the scariest moment of my life. So now it wasn’t the snow I was afraid of….ohhhh noooo!!! Not one bit. I thought I would pisss my pants. So I called Pam and this is the Supernatural part (Pam has been dating a psychopath for 11 years) she found an Uber driver that was actually driving in those conditions. Within 5 minutes I ran out the front door because my legs kept buckling. I thought I would die that day. I was terrified beyond measure. I remember reading his emotions and micro esspressions and I got feedback of confusion from him. I think he was going for sadness but could not figure out why he was getting fear instead. So to say I know what he is… is an understatement.

  7. Brian says:

    This article is like one of those narc grenades I’ll tell ya.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Ka-boom Brian.

      1. Brian says:

        lol “:)

  8. High Octane Fuel says:

    For me, it’s the emptiness & apathy I see in your eyes when you witness my pain that is so upsetting. Pain that you knowingly caused in me too. And it’s your fascination and voyeurism in those moments which are the most terrifying. That’s truly when we recognize that you are not a member of our species. It’s just your outer casing that resembles us. There’s nothing underneath.

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