The path to the cabin was covered with dry leaves, crunching under your steps as you walked. Evan had insisted that this would be the perfect place for a special date, but something about his enthusiasm felt... off.

When you arrived, the cabin had a charmingly abandoned air: weathered wood, a slanted roof covered in moss, and windows draped with tattered curtains. Evan stood on the porch, waiting for you with a wide smile too wide.

“You look amazing,” he said, his eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

You smiled, though something in his gaze made you feel exposed. Candles flickered in the dark corners, casting shadows that danced like they had a life of their own.

As the conversation flowed, you began to notice small, strange details: his voice was lower, more intimate, and his hands were restless, playing with a bundle wrapped in cloth that he had placed on the table.

“I want to give you something special,” he said suddenly, interrupting the small talk.

Before you could respond, he unwrapped the bundle in front of you. Its contents made your blood run cold: eyes. Dozens of them, perfectly preserved in jars, and others still moist, as if freshly removed.

Your breath caught as he picked up one of the jars and held it out to you.

“Do you see?” His voice was soft, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. “I only have eyes for you.”