Original Mythos (Miscellaneous Small Findings, Eighth Post)

unable to properly describe what happened, i was submitted to solitary psychiatric observation. I don’t really remember what happened for most of the time I was there either, but i remember more questions. When i was released, i did my best to forget the whole thing, but I just couldn’t. Then, three years later, a man arrived at my door. He said he had been a worker at my psych unit, and needed to see me. He had been present at all of my “sessions,” and he had kept something that was mine. It was supposed to have been confiscated at the end of my evaluation with my other drawings in the file, but he said he knew he needed to save this for me, so that I would know for certain what happened. Without another word, he let himself out, and left me staring at that paper for hours. The next day, he was found dead in his apartment. The death was never investigated. I still don’t know if it was a coverup, or if “it” came for him. But I am sure that I cannot sleep or will not wake up. I cannot leave. i can hear the waiting noises just outside. All i can do is wait, and return to this damned drawing, and wonder…



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