A short story. Or, perhaps, it's not a story at all ... The Nightmare The Man With No Eyes is in front of my door. He is asking to come inside, politely. I have been told he is dangerous, yet he seems to be just a man. I know he is brutal and cold and dangerous, yet he just stands there. The skin where his eyes should be is pinched closed. He does not look cold or brutal. The man with him does. He is tall, wears a black trenchcoat, acts like a bodyguard or henchman. Yet even