Eyes

     The lady cackles gently. I sit next to her, horrified by her work. My eyes are still glued to it, however, no matter what I try to do. The gaze that it returns just pulls me back, drawing me in like prey.

     She handles a multitude of eyes with irises of rich green and red colors. They all writhe, their pupils darting back and forth as she palms them. The old lady sets them into some sort of arrangement in the wall. They are all different sizes, shades of colors, and more. Some are even hairy with antennae-like bristles out of the sclera. She whispers to herself, placing them around, arranging a horrific display of spine-chilling stares. A small red one focuses on me, not breaking the gaze. I'm unable to turn away. The old lady turns to me, notices my fear.

       "Do you like this, dear?" A sinister grin creeps onto her face. "Don't worry."

       "You'll join them soon."