The eyes peer out from the darkness, their insanity kindling my own. I cower away, turning to hide, but I see them still. Their piercing orbs burning into me like fires from hell. I feel my very soul picked apart in their view, every action of mine observed and judged. I cry out at them in fear and despair, "What do you want from me?" They only laugh, staring me down with those blazing pearls, so beautiful and maddening. I feel myself drawn to them, stepping off of my bed and shuffling closer. In my trancelike state, I no longer fear them, nor the obvious danger of the unknown. I approach them with a zombie's gait, my limbs out of my control. I try to scream, to run, to do anything at all. I fail, trapped in their gaze as I hobble closer to them, to what I feel certain is my death.