Eyes Horror — The

In the crack of the door jamb, pressed tight against the wood, was an eye. It wasn't looking away. It wasn't startled. It was just staring. Unblinking. The iris was a milky gray, and the white was yellowed, sickly.

The game centers on a thief (the player) who breaks into haunted locations—such as a mansion, hospital, or school—to steal a specific number of money bags. the eyes horror

They are the silent witnesses that hide in the periphery, the glimmer in the dark pool, the reflection in the window when you are alone. They are the ultimate violation—the sensation that your privacy, your sanity, and your very soul are being weighed and measured by something that does not blink. In the crack of the door jamb, pressed

I walked over to close it. That’s when I saw it. It was just staring

The doctor said the eye transplant would restore her sight. It did. Now she sees the dead. And they see her back.

You ever get that feeling you're being watched? It’s cliché, I know. But usually, you turn around, and no one is there. You check the closet, under the bed, and you laugh it off. Paranoia.