EYE’ve got a nice little bit size horror for you this spooky season.
Sometimes, I have an anecdote about how a story was created, but not this time. I have no idea where this one came from. Some stories just pop into my head
I just have one (obvious) question for you before we begin: Do you ever feel like you’re being watched?
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They stare at you in the dimly lit room, following your every movement. Those eyes. Glassy, bloodshot, virtually lidless.
At first, you think it’s some perverse reflection; a trick of the light. You suppose those could be your eyes. They’re the right colour. Maybe.
But they can’t be a reflection of your eyes.
There’s no mirror – no reflective surface – in this room.
