Chilling Visions: 5 Senses of Fear Page #3

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and I completely forgot

to mention

that we have a first visit special

going right now.

Guess what?

It's free.

Yep, free.

So, just call up and we'll make

an appointment for him.

I think the patient lacks insight.

If only he could see

the error of his ways.

Hmm, several doses

of medicine very like his own

should do the trick.

Well, you got

a little early onset myopia.

Means the, uh,

nearsightedness we all get with age

is coming on a little early with you.

No worries, we'll get you fixed up

with some bifocals.

Bifocals?

Relax, you only have

to wear them when you want to.

Now let's get you checked

for glaucoma.

Over here.

Now, this is the one

that blows in the eye.

Don't worry.

Big, tough guy like you

can surely handle it.

Now, there's gonna be

a little puff.

But first, tell me, though, Travis,

do you love her?

What?

What the hell business

is it of your...

Travis?

Travis.

Travis!

Please, stop!

I'll be good, I'll...

I'll be a good boy, I promise!

You're a dirty piece of crap!

You won't hurt me again!

Never, never again!

What the hell is happening?

What's happening?

If he's gonna be with you,

he shouldn't hurt you like that.

He just needed

to be scared straight.

But enough of him.

This is our time.

What the hell did you do to me?

I said, what the hell did

you do to me?

Nope, no.

"Amy Kellerher...

Reflections and mirrors."

- I can explain.

- No, no, never mind.

I don't know how exactly, but...

I think I got a pretty good idea

what you done to me.

No, don't...

Wh... what's that for?

Well, it ain't goin' in your ass

cheeks, that's for sure.

Please, please don't,

I'm sorry.

- I... I shouldn't have...

- Shouldn't have what?

Messed with other people's

business?

Peeping Tommed

where you don't belong?

I only wanted to see...

really see.

- See what?

- Everything.

You wanna know what I see, Doc?

Blood.

I know it's not

really there anymore, but...

I still see her blood.

You were supposed to stop.

You... you... you were supposed

to understand.

You think heapin' a pile

of murderous images and abuse

on my brain was gonna

make me think, "Oh, God...

Oh, God, what a bad man I am.

I repent."

You know, you may be

an okay eye doctor

and you're sure as hell some kind

of mad scientist freak.

But you're a crap psychologist, Doc.

You don't know a thing about me...

my life, what I've seen.

Look, I know I may not be

the nicest guy I know.

- But guess what?

- What?

At least I'm out there

trying to live a real life.

While you sit here

alone in the dark

mentally masturbating

to the memories of others.

You thought this would help me.

You turbocharged me.

Who knows,

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