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Don’t close your eyes.

She tries to stand, but the headrest has grown fingers. Soft, pale, lidless fingers pressing against her temples. The doctor’s face hasn’t changed—same pleasant, clinical smile—but his eyes have. They’ve multiplied. Tiny irises blooming across the sclera like poppies in a snowfield. the eye horror movie

They’re open already.

You lean closer to the screen. You can’t help it. Don’t close your eyes