She's been gone for three days now. I haven't left my house. Today I haven't left my bed. I’m not under the bed sheets, but on top of them; knees at my chest, rocking like a mad-man. I think I am going mad. This feeling is relentless. Whatever this is, I think it's going to … Continue reading Fear Squared
Eyes are the windows to the soul, so what does one with no eyes look like? Is a blind man without a soul? More importantly, where do the eyes go?