Orange Eyes In October

I'm twenty-one years of age and female. My story takes place on Prince Edward Island, Canada. I was born and raised there... A very quiet place. I lived in the country with my mother and father... Let's see. Three or four years ago now, it must be since we lived out in the sticks, so to say, it was very secluded... Lots of farms, but that's about it. There are no bears, wolves, deer... No big animals. Biggest is probably a fox or coyote.

It was late October, after Halloween. My mother and father weren't at their best time in their marriage, so my mother and I often took long late night drives to stay away from home and fights. It wasn't a cold night... We both drove with the windows in the car open, but I remember being able to feel dampness on my skin. The moon was high and very bright in the sky.

I'm a horror movie addict and I love a good scare now and then, I actually crave it sometimes... So, for kicks, I decided to ask my mother to go down a long dark road, near a farm house... It was surrounded by trees, and I figured for sure we would see some kind of animal and get a little spook and a laugh out of it. So, she went.

We drove down the dirt road slowly, lights on high. Sadly, though, it was a boring little trip. Nothing at all. I sighed when we hit the end of the road and ended up back on pavement, unsatisfied. However, across the road and down a ways was one of our old family friends' home. It had burned to the ground many years before probably about five or six years ago. It was also down a very long dirt road. I must add, there were no deaths in the home, except their family dog that had been inside when the home burned. The home had a large field to the left of it which usually housed dairy cows, but it was empty for a while after the home burned down.

My mother was extremely reluctant to go down the road. I wanted to go home and go to bed... But after a few "Do it. Do it." (Starsky and Hutch references) she finally complied and began the trek down. She turned the headlights on the car down to not draw attention from the road since the place was kind of prohibited from trespassers. We were laughing and chattering to each other as she drove down. Not really even paying attention to the road ahead of us. The next part was so bizarre and I don't really understand how it happened to this day... All I remember is all sound vanishing, like mid conversation. We both stopped talking and turned our heads to face out the windshield. It was synchronized and almost in slow motion. I suppose it's like the same way your brain slows down an accident for you so you have time to react.

Two orange eyes orange eyes... And that was it. They were glowing hot as cinders against the pitch black of the night down the road. Our headlights were on them, but there was no shape, body or form, just the eyes. They seemed to hover smoothly above the ground, but they moved slightly unblinking. I remember that plainly... They didn't blink. Whatever they belonged to wasn't small either, because they were a ways down the road still and I would say they were easily windshield height. My mother and I looked at each other, still synchronized and from the bowels of our stomachs we let go a scream. We both started out low and soft, and eventually hit the top of our lungs.

"Get out of here! Do it! Do it!" I yelled at her.

But she was way ahead of me. Since we were surrounded by trees on our right and a cow field to our left, there was no where to turn the car around. So she threw it in reverse and started to back up. The eyes were still there, floating staring curiously, closer. It wasn't scared of us, there was no way.

She finally found a lane to turn around in. She tells me to this day she remembers that when she backed into the lane she took a side glance to see those eyes again... And they were closer yet. Any living creature on PEI would have high tailed it out of there.

Now, I realize you all must think that it was an animals eyes reflecting on our headlights. This is where it gets scarier.

When my mother had turned the car around and we began to drive down the dirt road toward our exit, I looked out the back window. I remember plain as day the way the smoke from the exhaust pipe floated into the night and those same hot as cinder orange eyes were still there behind that smoke, moving towards us. Smooth, slow, confident... Big.

We went home, crawled into bed and cried. My adult, grown mother cried with me... This wasn't just any animal. We didn't feel safe! We both had an unbelievable feeling of insecurity in our stomachs. It felt like it was going to follow us home.

We did go back after that. With a trusty spotlight, a steel pipe and some "werewolf" hunting music (I liked to think it was a lycanthrope, the size was about right). We never did see the elusive eyes again though... And we searched for a long, long time. I don't know to this day what the seemingly body-less eyes were. If anyone knows... Or if anyone has seen the same thing... I would surely love to know.