REFLECTIONS

I found this image while I was surfing the web yesterday.   It made me wonder what I could find in the eye's reflection.   Some people believe an image of the last thing a dead person saw would be imprinted on his eyes like a photograph.  That's why some murderers would pluck out the eyes of their victims, to avoid evidence.  Of course this is not what really happens. I can see the car more clearly here. The image is starting to blur but I notice another object  even blurrier but starting to take shape. My conclusion is that there are two cars on opposite sides of the street with the open road between them.  It must be a one way street because they are facing the same way. What's on this other side of the eye's reflection?  I see a doorway behind the dark outline of what could be a person's head.  Maybe another doorway or window further down a hallway. Any ideas?

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A Ship That's Haunted Forever

 Vampire Waltz Turn up the volume and go full screen for best effect.

There were four confessional areas built into the walls on each side of the church.  They had closed wooden doors flanked by deep purple curtains where the penitent would enter.  By looking closely, Tom could see that only one confessional was dimly lit.  Above the door was Father Alphonsus’ name engraved on a small rectangular wooden board that slid into a metal holder.  Tom pushed past the curtain.  Inside there was a padded wooden plank for kneeling facing a dark double-screened window that concealed the view. “Father Alphonsus, are you there?” Tom believed he saw a wood panel slide open removing one of the screens. He could see an obscure shadow on the other side of the screen. “Are you Father Alphonsus?  I need to talk with you about something which has me deeply troubled.” The shadow moved.  Then he heard an indistinct mumble or hum or rasping sound, which Tom assumed was the priest. “A friend recommended I see you about a problem I’m having.  You see I’m reading a

When Tom awoke, he was on his back.  Next to him on the ground was a woman lying on her side facing away from him.  He tried to get to his feet.  The road seemed to spin too much for him to endure.  He fell back down. He looked at his hands.  They were soaked in blood.  The taste of blood and bits of steak-like shreds were wedged between his teeth.  He explored the inside of his mouth with his tongue.  It felt like the remnants of some barely cooked steak.  He wiped the blood from his lips on the arm of his jacket staining it bright red. The story becomes bloodier.