Recipe for eyes that follow you around the room

After the photos develop in a sweet smelling darkroom
They must be placed in gilded picture frames
Either hung up on an ornately wallpapered wall with gold accents and sconces
Or left abandoned on a mantle
Then they must sit for a minimum of fifty years 
Bathing in dust
Drape them in linen drop cloths just faint enough for sun-staining around the edges
Often fires are necessities
Their homes may need small fires, off in the once-childrens rooms
To burn holes where eyes should be and blur faces of strangers
No one but squirrels and birds and ghosts may look at the photos until they have finished maturing
Until the eyes have hollowed and hallowed and haunted
And now can blink awake
The photos will not haunt unless there is a History
Even if it is no more real than a nightmare
Scrawl in a dying quill pen the story of a tortured widow, a changeling child, a sorrowful witch
Leave notes tucked behind picture frames so the eyes have weight behind them
Bite gold doubloons and leave toothmarked coins in chimneys
Make sure nature will hold this house before people do
Consider planting ivy and dense, thorny thickets around the doors and low windows
Leave little trinkets, doll heads and china plates and tap shoes in the dirt, low and shiny enough for children to see
Children are drawn to things that are Watching
Put knobs low on the door so they can push their way in
You will be very old when the eyes start their roving
And older still when they settle on you
But if you want to create the feeling of hairs on the neck prickling
Here is the recipe for eyes that follow you around the room