Omni Eye Specialists

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of coffee, a delivery driver pulled up to Omni Eye Specialists with an unusual package. The receptionist’s puzzled expression soon turned into wide-eyed wonder as she unwrapped something that looked like nothing she'd ever seen before. Inside was a giant eyeball in a jar, labeled ‘Experimental Retinal Prosthesis’. Turns out it belonged to a local artist who’d commissioned them for his latest installation piece. The receptionist giggled and said, ‘Welcome to Omni Eye Specialists—we’re always delivering the unexpected!’

2. At dusk, while kids were settling down for bed, an Omni Eye Specialist’s sign started casting eerie shadows on nearby trees. A little girl passing by pointed and whispered: ‘Mom, look! It looks like those eyes are following us!’ A few days later, a delivery driver noticed the same eerie shadow show and pulled over curiously. He knocked on the door and asked the doctor if he’d seen any strange occurrences lately. The doctor smiled and replied, ‘Just some optical illusions from my new equipment—nothing to worry about.’ The driver nodded, scratched his head and said, ‘Guess I’ll just keep driving then!’

3. At midnight, when city streets quietened down, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he approached Omni Eye Specialists, his headlights seemed to reflect back not just one, but two pairs of eyes. Curious, our delivery driver decided to stop by and found the place empty as always. But on his way out, he caught a glimpse of himself in a hallway mirror—his own reflection had an extra pair of eyes peering back at him too! Turns out, it wasn’t the building that was strange—it was everyone else who missed their own eyes.

4. At sunset, when most offices were emptying out, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Omni Eye Specialists' window. A shadowy figure seemed to peer back at him from within the darkened building. Curious, he parked his truck and walked over. The figure turned out to be an old man in a trench coat, counting his mail-order contacts with a satisfied smile. ‘Just checking my inventory,’ he explained, winking at the puzzled driver. ‘Guess I’m here longer than I thought.’