Foul Eyes
“Name,” groaned the woman peering through the glass towards the man that stood before her.
“My name is Dr. Alastair.  I am here to see a Mr. Lester P. Reckston,” replied the nervous looking man as he swayed back and forth on his heels.
She mumbled, “Alright Dr. Alastair.  I’ll buzz you in.  You’re gonna want to go through the hall and go down the second corridor to your left.” 
Dr. Alastair continued on until he reached the metal door with a what appeared to be another doctor at the end of the corridor.
“Good afternoon, you must be Alastair,” greeted the man, “I’ll be accompanying you to see Mr. Reckston today. Follow me.”  He pressed his hand to a keypad to open the door and proceeded down the rest of the hallway.  “Now there are a two rules that you are going to have to remember.  First, you don’t want to have any objects with you at the time that you are interviewing him.  Second, you don’t want to make any physical contact with him.  Other than that you should be good to go.”
“Where are we?”
“We’re just entering where he is being held.  You will be down there by yourself, but a guard will be right outside the door if you need him.”  The man ushered Dr. Alastair through.
People were crying out with the stench of their own body odor hanging in the air. 
From within the darkness a man whispered, “Ah, ye must be Dr. Alastair.  They told me I’d have guest.”
“Mr. Lester Reckston I am here to do a simple interview with you.  Is that alright?”
“Well shoot, if I woulda known dat I would have cleaned up the place,” chuckled Lester from within the confinement of his cell.
“How long have you been here?”
“I don’t have meself a calendar. How should I know?” 
“I’m sorry I didn’t realize that, but I’m gonna be quite frank with you.  You’re in here for what reason Lester?”
“Well fo starters I’m in here because apparently the way I make meself happy isn’t allowed.”
“I know why you’re in here and I can help you, but I need you to help me first.  Tell me your secrets.”
“Ya know Doc, I’m gonna tell you da truth cuz you seem pertty smart.  I don’t do it just cuz I need to feel more alive by killin’.  I do it to see the last look in their eyes.”

“I can’t believe this.  You had one job, and that was to watch the road,” shouted the pale and tense Haylen Chapman as she paced along the ground.
“Oh really so it’s all my fault now,” Sasha Retzlaff retorted behind the back of the car, which littered the side of the road.  “I only just got my license so give me a break.”
“A break, are you kidding me, you should have put on the breaks.”  Haylen stood by the edge of the road in her torn shorts, stained t-shirt, and a ponytail in her hair seeming to wait for more misfortune to come.  There was a camera in her hand which she was using to film the journey up the beautiful and massive Appalachian mountains. Her best friend Sasha was trying to putz with her brand new Cadillac that sat with its engine smoking. 
“I have a plan,”  explained Sasha as she eyed the sign that was posted just a ways down.   Its peeling white letters were engulfed by the brown background, but on the front they could make out that the town of DeChateu was a little over a mile away.  Sasha reached inside the car and pulled out some items before stashing them into a duffle bag.  The road had become so immersed in thick mountain fog that it was going to make the short journey to town more challenging.  “Haylen let’s go!”
“No I’m not going.  What if some creep comes by and tries to take your car,”  scoffed Haylen. “Are you willing to take that chance?”  She plopped herself into the passenger's seat, and then dove into the many bags of potato chips.
“Alright just don’t let someone take you,” said Sasha with much chagrin on her face.  She then took her pack, swung it around her shoulders, and made off for town. Along the side of the road were dead animals that other people had hit in the past.  Among them was the deer that Sasha had just hit.
“Hey, hey, wait up!” panted Haylen, “I just thought you shouldn’t walk to town by yourself.”
“We have been best friends for years and I know when you’re lying to me. Your eye is twitching and you’re twiddling with your thumbs. What actually happened?”
Haylen merely whispered, “I was looking at stuff on my phone, and I saw that a psychopathic killer from the Appalachian mountains escaped. He had help from an esteemed psychologist named Alastair Blanhof. They are both on the most wanted list, and I am not staying alone in the car with two deranged people on the loose.”
“We are in the middle of nowhere and the mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, so stop being a scaredy cat.”  Sasha continued on with Haylen in tow in search of a gas station.
Across the road they saw a building with peeling paint and a porcupine statue dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
“Hey, this must be an old quill station.  That means they have a restaurant,” shouted Haylen.
  There were parts from cars, old gas pumps, and signs just strewn about.  On the front doors were advertisements supporting alcohol and cigarettes from the fifties.  “This place is kind of creepy,” uttered Haylen as she glanced over in Sasha's direction.
“Well if we are going to be able to finish my documentary we have to go in.”  A man was sitting by the dusty and dirty counter. 
“How can I help you ladies?” he said startling the two friends.
Sasha uttered, “We hit a deer about a mile out of town, and we’re looking for a mechanic.”
He just looked at the two girls and simply gave a little laugh, “You can use my telephone if you like.  While you wait can I get you a fixin’ of flannel cakes?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Haylen as she eyed the stack of cakes covered in syrup and butter.  Sasha rolled her eyes because her best friend was filming her pancakes.
“Oh you be careful of that old peckerhead mechanic.  He don’t like outsiders,” whispered the man from behind Sasha’s shoulder.  She managed to identify him as Hank.  Sasha finally picked up the phone as she watched Haylen gauge herself on pancakes at the counter.
“Hello, my name is Sasha Retzlaff and I hit a deer and my car broke down.  I was wondering if you would be willing to help me.”
“You from outta town?”  croaked the old man on the other end of the line.  The many eyes shot daggers across the otherwise quiet room. 
“Well yes we are, but we need your help, and we’ll pay well,”  explained Sasha.  Haylen got up to join her by the phone  as the people continued to look at them with discontempt.
“I’m gonna make me some good money tonight.  Names Lester.  I just need you to give me the location of the car.”  The girls described where the car had crashed so the man could have a look at it.  “I can’t look at it until tomorrow mornin’, but you girls are welcome to stay at me wife’s bed n’ breakfast.  We got us some new counterpanes.” 
Hank offered to take them to the bed and breakfast, but they declined and left the station.  From behind they heard footsteps until the grungy gas station guy was standing but feet behind them.
Hank quietly said, “ I don’t like to bring it up around customers, but you best be careful of that man.  We might be strange here in this town, but he have done some things that would make people cringe.”
Hank vanished into thin air and was gone.
“Sasha I’m getting really scared,” whimpered Haylen as she got goose bumps crawling up her arms.
“I know these people are really weird.  Why were they all staring at us?”
“Don’t know and don’t care.  I just want to get out of here.”  They took the directions given to them by Hank and came to the inner town.  Only two buildings, a saloon and the bed and breakfast, made up the inner part of town, which couldn’t have a population of over fifty.
“I think we’re here,” whispered Haylen to Sasha as she glanced at the mile high grass that infiltrated the front steps of the bed and breakfast.  Deceased animals caused their noses to turn up as they were walking up the steps Haylen had her camera out not missing any chances to videotape her experience. 
The door, although heavy, had peeling paint and a giant crack in the center.  Sasha knocked softly.
“Hello,” Sasha asked, “is anyone there?” 
“I know who you is,” replied a seemingly intrigued woman, “my husband called and said we would be expecting guests.”  The woman took them both by the arms and dragged them through the threshold.  She showed them up the stairs to a room, which was beautifully decorated with white linens.
“I hope ye all enjoy your stay.  If you need anyting my name is Dottie,” offered the woman.
Sasha turned around and said, “thank you,” but the woman was already gone from behind them.  The room was overall swallowed by the illuminating light coming in from the windows, and despite the unattractive town there was a lovely view from the window.
“Well hopefully we’ll be able to get out of here tomorrow, and by the way it's your fault we're staying here so you're paying,” insisted Haylen as she sank into the bed.
“You know what?  This can’t be all my fault.  I mean you’re the one who was shoving your stupid camera in my face in the first place.  How was I supposed to see the deer,” corrected Sasha. Furious Haylen grabbed her camera and tried to leave, but the door wouldn’t open.  The handle wouldn’t budge and a look of concern crept across Sasha’s face.  “Sasha quit it.  I know you’re playing tricks on me and it isn’t funny.”
“I’m not playing any tricks, the door is locked from the outside.”  They began to notice how there weren’t any other places you could get out.  Even the windows were too far out of their reach.  “I’ll just call the lady up here to fix it.  Really it’s no big deal, so stop panicking.”  She began to bang on the door calling out to Dottie when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.  Sasha called out, “Hello, we’re locked in.”
“How are ye ladies doin’?” replied a hoarse voice from beyond the door.
“Lester? Is that you?  Yeah I think your wife accidently locked us in so could you please open it back up?” pleaded Sasha as she gazed upon Haylen’s twiddling thumbs. 
There was no sound but the beating of their own hearts.   Keys could be heard jingling from beyond the room and an unreal quietness settled upon the room, and finally it opened.  Haylen recognized the esteemed doctor from the most wanted list, and realized they were going to die.
He finally whispered, “The names Alastair.”
The last thing they ever saw was the gleam of Alastair’s foul eyes.