the Eye

Probably, no one is going to mull over the death while on vacation – it’s too gloomy thought to have in one’s head near the sea on the south of still your country. Nevertheless, it occupied me every day,it surrounded me everywhere until ultimately it stopped being something one does “sh” when hears.
Everything was prepared spontaneously. The tickets were bought just before the departure, the flat to live was ordered in the coach, within 4 hours from the destination point.
- Is there a bed, linens, cooker, hot-cold water 24 hours?
- Yes, you will find everything you need there.
- What about the neighbors?
- Oh, they are very quiet.
- I’ll arrive in 4 hours.
- Don’t worry, everything is ready.
Truth be told, I found everything my landlady said. Even the neighbors, they were extremely quiet – the granny didn't mention that the flat had a view on the town cemetery. It was not as pleasant as if it had a view on the sea, especially at night when I came back from the beach – full moon shone so bright that I could see even the colors of the flowers on the gravestones. I never liked reading Poe’s novels, but that time I felt like being the main heroine of his story, I lacked only the raven and some old castle.
The next day I travelled to one of the Ukrainian national parks where the remnants of ancient Greek polis Olvia were located. Ironically, it was necropolis with vaults that remained. I was wandering, observing the tombstones from the graves of noble people and wondering how I end up in such places during the last days.
On way back I went to the pub with the intention to have a rest. Inside the sense of “déjà vu” embraced me – I happened to see the similar interior in the vaults in necropolis. Impressive was the waiter – with a kind of Satanist look, dressed in black gown with long fingernails painted in black. Despite of the reigned darkness I noticed that his eyes were kind of red. I ordered a take-out pizza and when I stood already outside, blinded by the bright sunlight, I realized that the package was black with grey-yellowish skull and crossbones. The form of the pizza was just the same as emblem on the package. I can’t remember stronger confusion then I felt when I looked at the name of the pub - Grotto.
The last straw awaited on my way home in a train coach.
- Is your berth upper or lower? – I was asked by very familiar voice of some stranger. When I look at him the only thing I saw was a pair of eyes. Red ones.
- Lower, – I replied.