“Those eyes…staring at me in the dark. I can’t bare it anymore. Can you check on them?” Jill was rubbing her shoulder, trying to suppress a chill. Franny knew the expression well, knowing how more and more the senior patients appeared less human. “I don’t know why…something about the night time makes them act strange, makes their minds go to dark places and have weird thoughts. Maybe it’s some sort of cranial enhancement induced dementia. Read More