Those Burning Eyes

The wind howled through the deserted graveyard, like a wolf
on the hunt. I pulled my coat tighter around me in desperate attempt to keep
warm. I was chilled to the bone and rain lashed at my eyes, trying to blind me.
Shivering, I continued trudging back up to the house. Douglas Manor stood on a
lonely hill in the middle of the moor. It had once been a very beautiful house,
but now, it looked desolate. Ivy grew on every wall, windows were boarded up
and the once shiny black gate was rusted. I hated it! It was never warm and
there was a damp feeling in every room. But the worst part, was one particular
room on the second level. He lived there; the owner of those burning eyes.

Linda Douglas finds her life torn apart one fate fall night. It could have been the end of her life, had it not been for someone with burning eyes....