I couldn't blink until the barista said so | Psych Ward Horror Story

The new barista knew my order before I reached the register. Then she told me not to blink, and I couldn't. The girl behind the café counter had my coffee waiting before I asked for it, and she wanted my eyes held open while the red hand went round the clock. She said it takes the bitterness out — not of the coffee. Upstairs, the corridor was too quiet. Subscribe for more psych ward horror stories. Not every story behind the fire door has been told. I'll write the next one down when the night shift finally lets me go.