She Didn't Have Eyes. She Was Watching Me

She had like, dakalos for eyes. She didn't have eyes. Which is the terrifying part. I knew that she had registered that I was there and she was watching me. But you would have also got some kind of glimpses to where she was looking if she had hollows. Can you imagine? That'd be awful. Drinking a can. Then I'd be like, God damn it, somebody's broken in. And then about 30 seconds later, the girl I was with just ran. Like, full-pelled ran.