Evil Things

What is this?

No!

There was just something that just wasn't right.

Why can't I see?

Sometimes, a split-second decision

changes your entire life.

You're healing well from the transplant surgery.

I started to think

that maybe everything I believed in was wrong.

I'm sorry.

- - please stop.

I probably should have stopped

when I realized someone was being watched.

You're next.

Who's there?

There's someone in the house.

Please stop this

if you want to see from your eye again.

You were in a motorcycle accident.

No!

Lindsay.

Tell me, why did you reach out?

So I contacted you guys

because I had this terrible thing happen to me

when I was in Romania,

and it's still affecting me to this day.

It's practically ruined my life,

and I guess I'm still searching for answers.

After I graduated,

my parents gave me a gift

to travel around Europe for two months.

My dad said it was a reward for getting into law school,

but I know the real reason was

that they were trying to push me out of my comfort zone.

My mom and dad were adventurous people,

but for some reason, I wasn't.

There's a library around the corner.

I was trying to stay away from touristy spots

and other Americans,

but I wasn't expecting to meet Alex.

Hi, I'm Alex.

Lindsay.

First American I've met in Romania.

Oh.

Yeah, I've been here five weeks.

What about you?

Five hours.

Uh, cheers.

Alex was just one of those people, you know?

When I met him,

I felt really comfortable around him immediately.

Seven weeks?

Seven weeks is a long time to be alone.

Yeah, it is.

And?

And?

You said your father was trying

to break you out of your comfortable little shell.

Has it worked?

Well, first of all, I don't have a shell.

My dad doesn't know what he's talking about.

And even if I did,

what's so wrong with being a little cautious?

I could be dead by now if I wasn't.

What?

Nothing.

And sometimes a split-second decision

changes your entire life.

What's this?

Please stop this

if you want to see from your eye.

Why can't I see?

No! Easy.

Water.

Oh, no, no, no,

Doctor. What is this?

- - where am I?

Doctor!

Why can't I see?

Lindsay.

Please stop this

if you want to see from your eye again.

You were in a motorcycle accident.

It had been almost a week

since I had met Alex in the bar

when I woke up in the hospital.

No. No.

No. No!

Aah!

I thought, "You know what? Maybe, my dad is right."

Maybe, I do need to take some chances."

So I climbed on the back of his motorcycle.

I remember reaching for my hat,

and when I turned around...

It knocked us off balance,

and we went into another lane, and a car hit us.

Very bad injury.

The doctor said that I was lucky to be alive

because I hadn't been wearing a helmet.

My left eye was punctured by a piece of glass,

and I ended up having to undergo an emergency cornea transplant.

Alex died.

And it was my fault.

Eventually, my eye healed.

The doctor said it was freakishly fast.

And I went home to law school

to try to get on with my life.

Until that night in the library.

Hey!

I'm still in here.

Hello?

I remember thinking,

"Hey, things fall off shelves

for all sorts of reasons, right?"

But then, I just got this feeling

like someone was watching me.

It was hard to make the details out in the dark,

but there was definitely an older man standing there.

I'm calling the cops.

I called security.

They came.

And no one was there.

After what happened in the library,

I just started studying at home instead.

Want a vodka soda?

No, thanks.

Seriously? You work too hard.

Come out tonight.

We have an exam at 10:00 A.M. tomorrow.

Are you ready?

No.

Do you think this outfit looks slutty?

Not really.

I fell asleep.

I'm still not ready for our stupid test.

Just getting home?

Mara?

You okay?

What is this? Why can't I see?

You were in a motorcycle accident.

I'm calling the cops.

Mara?

You okay?

What are you doing?

I was positive my eyes were playing tricks on me

because I saw the same man that I had seen in the library

standing in my hallway.

You think some creepy guy from the library

followed you home and broke into our apartment

without opening the windows or using the door,

and then just disappeared?

I don't know.

If you think someone broke in, call the cops.

I don't know.

I-I'm not sure what happened.

Maybe, your subconscious is creating imaginary friends

'cause you don't have any real ones.

Or maybe your Romanian boyfriend

is back from the dead to haunt you.

Sorry.

That was messed up.

After that, I realized

I never really dealt with what happened in Romania.

And when Mara brought it up, it all came flooding back...

What is this?

...the accident...