• She walked in from the heavy rain into a dimly lit bar, her top hat concealing half of her face. Everybody stops what they're doing and puts their almost-empty drinks down, watching in bewilderment at the girl that has stepped in. A smile creeps across her face and she stifled a laugh, amused from their expressions slapped across their faces. Everybody in the room fell silent and waits for her to hopefully turn around and step back into the pouring rain.

    Her laugh becomes louder, more aggressive. In one swift movement she whips her head up to reveal her horrific face. The people gasp and stare, wide-eyed, at her face.

    She has no eyeballs. Where her eyes should have been there are black empty sockets, dripping with blood as if they had been recently gouged out. The air is thick with fear. The mysterious figure walks ever so lightly, almost floating like a rain cloud, towards a teenage girl that sat in the corner of the room quivering with fear. The people are so horrified that they just stay where they are and gaze at the poor girl being cornered. In a hushed tone of voice the horrific figure began to speak to the girl that now wore a truly horrified expression on her pale face, fearing her words.

    "Hello There." The figure said. She looked at the wide-eyed girl in front of her expectantly, waiting for a reply. The room was completely silent; the same as it was the instant the mysterious girl entered the place. Outside the rain thundered on making it impossible to see the other side of the street. When no reply came a slightly disappointed look flashed across the horrid creature's face, but only for an instant.

    "Oh, that's right I have not introduced myself yet. I am terribly sorry about my rudeness, please forgive me. My name is Dementia. And you are…?" Still no reply.

    "Well, I just wanted you to know that you have extremely appealing eyes. Simply fascinating..." At that comment she slowly began reaching for the teenager's eyes. One of the people to the right of Dementia snapped out of his deep daze and charged towards her holding a rusty barstool he had been slouching on, yelling bloody murder. When he was closing in on Dementia he abruptly stopped right in his tracks.

    Dementia had her head cocked to the side, watching the man out of the corner of her bloody eye socket. The man became transfixed on the gory sockets. All in an instant the man crumpled to a writhing pile on the cold and filthy tile floor. Dementia knelt down and leaned close to the man's ear. He became still.

    "Now look at what you made me do. It was your fault you know." She whispered in his ear. Dementia then turned back her attention to the shocked teenage girl. She let out a fleeting whimper of pure fear.

    "Don't be scared little one. You’re not going to die. Not today you won't, not because of me." Dementia quickly put her icy cold hands on the girl's face. A shiver went up the girl’s spine and she began to cry.

    "Shhh. Calm down." Dementia looked into the girl's black eyes as if she was looking into the girl's very soul. The girl stopped her crying and became transfixed at the dark abyss-like sockets, just like the man did. The rain pounded harder and harder on the ground, seeming angry at the scene happening inside the bar. Dementia's fingers crept along the girls eyes. In one swift movement she cleanly gouged out the girl's eyeballs and held them in her hand as the same smile creeps across her lips. The girl fell limply on the floor with a loud thump. Everyone in the room let out a yelp of fear.

    An increasing pool of blood drained out from the teenager's now empty eye sockets. Dementia stuffs the eyeballs into her empty sockets, blinked hard a few times, and turned around in one quick movement to face the crowd. She looked around with her new eyes, gazing at everything she could.

    "These eyes are great. 20-20 vision almost.” She said distractedly, and then laughed with delight. After having regained all their senses, half of the people in the room charged at Dementia with chairs, broken beer bottles, knives, fists, and pretty much anything they could use as a weapon. But when they were a mere 3 centimeters away from Dementia she vanished, leaving a dense cloud of tear gas-like poison. Only worse.

    The poison quickly spread around the small place, enveloping every person in their own miniature poison cloud. The people flailed their hands around in an effort to clear the smoke but to no avail. Some people ran to the front door, the only exit, to try to escape the toxicity of the bar. But when the people tried to open the door, it was locked. One person peered outside the window to try and spot a person that can open the door from outside but only saw rain, and lots of it.

    The poison stung the people’s eyes with such intensity that they tried with desperation to wash out their eyes with water. It was no use at all. People were shrieking all over the place, clutching their now pink eyes. Some were even running into the walls.

    The poison then took its toll on the poor people. One by one people fell with a loud thud on the tile. Soon, there was not one person still breathing in the bar. Yet again the place was occupied by an eerie silence. A harsh laugh pierced through the silence, the laughter of Dementia. Her work was done. For today.