It’s a strange place, the corner of your eye.
Only there, can what is real and what is unreal begin, imperceptibly, to blur. From the corner of your eye, much more is possible than one might have thought.
At this time of year, we unpack the old musty ghost stories and air their pages, reading out their words to the firelight, settling them somewhere in the gloom beyond. In the darkest days of the English year we refer, constantly, to what happens out of the corner of our eye, when we are preoccupied with the mundane and the extraordinary glides through our peripheral vision.
I have been reading Dickens’s most famous ghost story, that of the three spirits and the redemption of a hardened old man. He deals so well with that seminal part of any ghost story: the hint that not all is as it should be.
With Ebeneezer Scrooge, that moment comes in a glance at the door knocker of his house. For just a split second it is alive, and moving, and worse still, it is recognisable: and a second glance confirms that all is, in fact, as it was.
Nothing is out of the ordinary.
Wandering round Winchester, England, the stories of the creatures that haunt peripheral vision are myriad.
The tales materialise out of the stonework: the castle hall, the only remaining building of the old castle dating from 1067, has its peripheral spectre. He wears a three-cornered hat and has been seen to walk across the hall and through a thick stone wall. If you are strolling through the Cathedral Close, in the early hours of the morning, you may catch, out of the corner of your eye, a monk hobbling off on his way to Matins.
Monks drift along the aisles of the cathedral, it is said, their feet obscured by a floor much higher than theirs would have been. And the old offices of the ancient newspaper, the Hampshire Chronicle, might attract the eye for a second as the shadow of a woman passes the windows: a woman who is no longer there, and has not been for centuries, though once she operated the printing presses which once filled its rooms.
I have had my moments of peripheral vision. Walking past a centuries-old staircase as midnight approached, for just a second I saw a man in formal suit standing at the top. I hastened past. I had no intention of perceiving anything.
Our central vision is weaker at night. It is then that our peripheral vision is at its most useful: for it is cognisant of the shadows. It can catch movements in the gloom.
It is been used by the writers of ghost stories for a very long time. This skill we have to catch movements in the shadows, might it not, they speculate, have other powers to catch other dimensions unawares?
It is a little known fact that there is one group of people whose peripheral vision is highly developed.
These entertainers have forever and a day trained themselves to perceive that which occupies the edges of perception. They must, or how would they fling objects into the air and catch them flawlessly? Their unconscious is in charge. To notice that which hovers on the edge of sight is their mission, and who is to say that they may not catch, inadvertently, what hovers beyond our philosophy?
And that is where this year’s ghost story will begin.
Starting on Christmas Eve, continuing on Christmas Day and concluding on Boxing Day, I’ll be telling the juggler’s unsettling tale.
A tale of what happens when you are skilled at looking out of the corner of your eye.
38 thoughts on “Peripheral Vision”
Looking forward to it. A great Christmas treat!
I think every Christmas should have a ghost story, Banno. Passes these long Winter nights.
Excellent idea. I’m already throwing my balls in the air to put myself in the mood for juggling ghosts.
And you do it with such aplomb, Roger….
I once saw a tiger in the road. 🙂
Well, that would give me a start. Was it a corner-of-your-eye tiger or a real one with teeth?
It was a golden retriever. In the middle of the night. In the middle of the road. 😀
I think you can be forgiven. Think of that whole village which went ape over an escaped lion which turned out to be a moggie last year!
I did at least blink then go and chase the golden retriever. 😉
Oh, marvellous – looking forward to your ghost tales, Kate.
Looking forward to telling them, BB. It goes with decorating the tree and making the Christmas cake….
Love corner of the eye stuff, Kate. I’m looking forward to reading your tale! 😀
Thanks, Tom. I always enjoy yours: I’m rather more a stranger to fiction than you…
Wonderful, really looking forward to the ghosties invading the holidays and the jugglers tale. Practicing stretching my eyes to the periphery right now….
Get ready, Lou….you never know what might glide through…
Ooooh! Good! I have no idea where you’re taking us, so this will be a delightful adventure. On a much more linear plane, I am juggling so much at the moment that I believe I’m experiencing my own Christmas magic…I’m currently able to be in more than one place at a time! 🙂
Now, I’d love to know that trick, Debra. That really is magic 🙂
So are you saying those perceptions of movement I’ve been seeing around my home recently aren’t just due to my aging vision? Hmm, perhaps I have a ghost or two in my presence. They could serve as writing inspiration…
Carrie, who knows 😀 Inspiration can never be a bad thing, right?
As long as it leaves me alone and doesn’t want me to join its ghost world…
Ah. There is always that risk…
I thought I saw a lizard out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked full on, it was a silvery, narrow piece of grass on the porch. Yet my eye had fleshed it out in quite a bit of detail, that tiny moment in the eye corner. I’m looking forward to the story. I think I need a comforting blanket.
That’s for you to judge, Gale. Last year’s was a bit hairy: prologue here : http://wp.me/pX1we-1g8, Christmas Eve here: http://wp.me/pX1we-1hR and the next two days follow on.
If you like that sort of thing, that is 🙂
Huzzah! And whilst I wait . . . I’ll allowDickens to entertain me with his ghost of a tale. 😀
I listen to it every night on audio at the moment 😀
I am looking forward immensely to
Shuddering at what I spy
From the corner of my eye!
Nothing like shuddering your way through Christmas, Col….
Oh, goody, goody, goody! Another Christmas ghost story to juggle. I’ll be sure to have a cup of something hot and a piece of something sweet to help me through the scary parts. Can’t wait!
😀 Mulled wine and mince pies work well for me, Penny….
My aspie boy used to only use his periferal vision and he still does a lot – he would drive a toy car around the backyard, successfully, while looking all the while to the side 🙂
Writer Harriet Doerr’s doctor told her not to belittle peripheral vision, because “that’s how we see the tiger in the grass,” and then added, “It’s also how the tiger sees us.”
I shall be waiting for the extraordinary story that waits for me like the tiger in the grass.
So excited for this one!
Now, Kate, don’t tease your readers. The juggler story sounds intriguing.
My thoughts immediately jumped to “women must have great peripheral vision because they are constantly juggling”! 🙂
Sounds wonderfully spooky. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all 🙂
Speaking of peripheral vision and ghosts, I remember enjoying Colin Wilson’s horror novel ‘The Mind Parasites’ some years ago, about those things that lurk just out of your vision. A bit too H P Lovecraft for me, but certainly lingered in my mind…