by LIMU EMU
December 27, 2024
January 2, 2025
Me and my friend Hannah had been collaborating on some of my studies. We’ve come to the conclusion that there would most likely be a door somewhere, considering we had both seen it. I had recently been having more and more visions from alternate universes, strange ones to say the least.
My visions have gotten worse. They have been talking to me. They know I can see them. They whisper pointless things like where I keep my keys, my craft supplies, my cooking utensils, etc. It really makes no sense, but I can’t tell anyone because they told me not to.
They’ve gone horrible. The visions are so vivid, it feels as if it’s really there. They’re telling me terrible things. To kill. I won't give in to them. I can’t. Maybe I shouldn’t keep trying to get to alternate universes.
I’m being admitted, I don’t know what I did. It’s too late to undo whatever was done, apparently. Hannah hasn’t contacted me in a while, and I fear she might never. I hope that she is okay out there, even if I’m not. The things I saw were too much, yet she was the only one who believed me.
Subjective: Patient complains of seeing things from “Alternate Universes”
Objective: Seeking to release from containment.
Patient Name: Atlas Flammia.
Occupation: College student.
Reason for Hospitalization: Paranoid Schizophrenia.
This journal was the only evidence of his growing insanity along with some drawings. The organization must do more research before completing Flammia's assessment.
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