The Eye Institute

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of The Eye Institute, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. As he walked past the reception desk, he heard an odd humming sound, almost like a distant hum from a vintage record player. Curious, he glanced around but saw no one else reacting. Finally, he followed the sound and found an old man in a lab coat, gently tapping his walking stick on the floor while listening intently to a tiny radio hidden inside his pocket. ‘Oh,’ said the man without turning around, “just my new favorite station—Static FM.”

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to The Eye Institute with a box full of mysterious packages. As he approached the entrance, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw dozens of owls staring back at him, their eyes glowing softly in the dim light. Startled, he knocked on the door, but instead of a doctor, an old man in glasses answered, smiling warmly. ‘Ah,’ said the man, “you must be our new supplier. We’ve been expecting you.” Turns out, The Eye Institute was just a quirky optometry clinic where everyone had a pair of owl-shaped eyeglasses.

3. At midnight, when the city slept, an intern left a door ajar in The Eye Institute's basement lab. The next morning, curious neighbors reported seeing tiny lights flickering behind the half-open door. Curious scientists went down to investigate and found nothing more than a small lamp turned on accidentally. From then on, every night around midnight, someone from the neighborhood would drop by with snacks for the late-night shifts, joking that they were feeding the ‘ghosts of The Eye Institute.’

4. At night, after hours when everyone had gone home, a strange voice began echoing over The Eye Institute’s intercom. ‘Please report to the fourth floor for an urgent eye exam,’ it said, its tone insistent yet oddly calm. One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in his car outside and missed the message entirely. When he finally arrived, he found himself standing before an empty reception area, blinking at a silent intercom. After several minutes of confusion, another voice crackled through: 'Sir? Are you here for your appointment with Dr. Sleepyhead?'