About ten minutes later Lumley gasps: "Hey! What's that?"
He was pointing out my side of the car; I'd been looking dead ahead. I turned, but was a shade too late. I thought I could see some sort of slumped form fading back from the car, back into the snow, but that could have been imagination.
"What was it? A deer?" I asked.
"I guess so," he says, sounding shaky. "But its eyes-they looked red." He looked at me. "Is that how deer's eyes look at night?" He sounded almost as if he were pleading.
"They can look like anything." I says, thinking that might be true, but I've seen a lot of deer at night from a lot of cars, and never saw any set of eyes reflect back red.
excerpt from "One for the Road" by Stephen King
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