The handle won't turn. You spin around to find the man standing only inches from your face. Flies are crawling out of the black holes in his skull and he's fucking smiling. Your stomach turns and you puke in his face, into his gaping sockets, his grinning mouth, chest, shoes. He grabs your shoulders and forces you back up. Forces you to look. "You can see them, can't you?" No. No, I won't! You have to pull hard to get the screwdriver out of your eye socket. "This is forever." Fucking smiling ... You shove the screwdriver into the other eye, and finally--";