The Eye

As if living in a 200 year old building was not freaky enough. As if the puce coloured paint and creaky 1950s radiators were not assez macabre. No. They had to go and add an eye wash station in the bathroom. How can an eye wash station be freaky, I can hear you ask, as if you were a ghost haunting my venerable barracks.

It's the Eye. On the eye wash bottle is an enormous painted eye that stares at me as I am shaving in the washroom. It sees all. It is omnivorous (or was that omniscient? Never mind. It is surely omniscient and omnivorous, and that's even freakier).

I guess that is another disadvantage to living in a fortress. Funny thing. I'm moving out tomorrow. Coincidence?

Eye thinks not.