She could see evil magnified a hundred times. When a few eyes slept, a few blinked and a few winked, a few cried and a few smiled. Sleep deserted every eye. Evil followed her for she looked like the devil. Cursed with a hundred eyes, she ached for a hundred heads to house them. She prayed to lord Ravan. New heads have started sprouting. Finally, she has been blessed. ā Hola Spookians š¤š¤š¤š¤ ā Collaborate on this prompt and tell us about her eyes ā You can write a story / long short story / microtale / poem / conversation. ā Feel free to extend your spookiness in the caption.