RED EYES

By Max Serrata-Sawdey
Grade 5
IDDS

The man with the red eyes stared at me with the power of fire.  I thought of my mother and my father and I remembered the note on the knife that lay on my bed. 

A knife?  It had a note that read,

I’m the man with red eyes which you may now despite. 

Here is a gift for you. 

-Your friend, 666

The sign, it was on my mother’s and father’s face.  Tears ran down my cheeks. 

Now, back to reality.  I had the knife in my pocket.  It’s hard to believe I’m only 17.  Before I go on, I’ll tell you how it happened. 

I jumped in to my car and drove to my friend’s house.  His name was Andrew.  My friend Alex was already there.

“Remember when we were younger?” I said.

            “Yep,” Alex said. 

            “Remember our teacher in 5^th grade, Mrs. Hebert?” I said.

            “Yes, Yes.  I do,” said Alex.

            After, I stayed for awhile longer.  Then I left for home.  When I came home, my mother was making dinner.  After I ate, I retreated to my room and out of my window and across from the house, a man with red eyes looked at me.  Soon, I saw him disappear into the wind.  I sat at my desk, just shocked.  I said to myself, “just get done with your homework.” 

            The next morning, I got up and got dressed.  I ate my pop-tarts and called my friend Aidan. 

            “Hey, what’s up?” he said. 

            “You workin’ on my car?” I ask. 

            “ Yep,” he said.

            “Ok, I’m going to come over.”

            “K.  See you soon.”

            When I came over, he was done with the car.

            “Thanks, man,” I said.

            “Hey, no prolemo,” said Aidan.  He is a car freak, but I do work as his partner in the shop.  When I was driving in the car, I saw the man with the red eyes again.  He was right in the middle of the road and then blew away in the wind. 

            That night, I got home and my mom was just laying there and something was on her face.  It was a mark like this: 666. 

            The knife was on my bed with the note.  I grabbed the knife and ran.  I left my friends out of it.

            3 days later, I was sitting on the bench in the park when I saw the man.  This time, he didn’t blow away in the wind.  He said in a voice that could have scared a thousand souls, “Did you like the knife.  I made it myself, just for you.  Hehehehe.”

            The man stared at me.  I thought of everything – parents, the note, friends.  I took the knife and held it in my hand.  The man with the red eyes continued to cackle.  I looked deep into his eyes and he stopped. 

            “I…I…can’t move,” he said.

            I stood there.  And without thinking, I threw the knife at him.  It caught him in the heart. 

            I’m now 21.  I still live normal life.  I still wonder how that man did those tricks.  That is my story.