The writing was carved onto the table with the end of a pen. Each marking went deep into the surface and spoke of the writer's pain and desperation. The writings were all collected at the center of the table. Chen Ge bent down toward the table to get a closer look.
"The eyes on the toilet wall came alive! I saw it, the eyes were moving!"
"I don't know why I would imagine that, but from that day onwards, I feel like a pair of eye has been following me."
"They could be hiding anywhere, inside the drawer, under the bed, behind the pillow."
"I've lost the courage to even look inside my bag, afraid that a pair of eyes will look back at me."
"I'm afraid of being left alone. I don't dare enter tight spaces. I'm scared of the dark. The moment the lights are switched off, I scream, waking up from a nightmare! I believe I've lost my mind, and the pair of eyes is watching me slip down the spiral of insanity."
