Bellspring Psychiatric Ward (count.)

K.R. Not really, sometimes she got angry when I did not do what she told me, or when I wanted to stay up later and she told me it was time to go to bed now.

S.L. Did this make you angry?

K.R. I guess it did at the time but usually I forgot about it. I never was really mean to her.

 S.L. Did you often have nightmares from the movies you watched with her?

K.R. Not that I really remember, it did not bother me that much, those movies weren’t all that scary really, I don’t know why my parents never let me watch. I might have had some bad dreams but I don’t really remember.

S.L. You said you saw something, before it happened, this thing that you saw, did it resemble any of the monsters in the movies you watched?

K.R. No, it did not look like anything I have seen before.

S.L. Can you describe just what it was?

K.R. I don’t know, I cannot quite remember it. I mean I remember seeing it but I can’t say what it was, or what it looked like.

Room 205

The last diary entry of Erika Gardner

I do not know how this could have happened to me. I cannot make sense of it. It all seems like some sort of bad dream, but it is one in which I can never wake up, and the worse part is that even when I go to sleep it still is not over. I still see it over and over. I know what the world must think of me now. But it is not true. I am not crazy I know I cannot be. Can I? It has all been too much for me. I cannot go on like this. Maybe whosever hands these writings fall in will understand when they read.

I use to keep a diary when I was a little girl, but it was just one of those things which I grew out of, but I started again I thought maybe it would bring me comfort or offer a way to make sense of things, but nothing will put my mind to rest, and so this will be the last thing I ever say here.

I should tell you about what happened, what started all of this, I haven’t been able to do so before, I could not bring myself to face it, but now it seems the time, and there is nothing left to loose, all is already lost. I had come into work as if it were any other day, and up to that point it was any other day. There was nothing out of place, I hadn’t suffered any nightmares or hallucinations or any other mental or even physical problems. I was not suspicious that anything might be different this day.

I took my seat next to Bob my co-anchor as I always do and I bid him Good Morning as I always do, I was busy arranging my notes and my head was done looking at the desk in front of me as we waited to go on air. Then I glanced up to look at him and I froze. What I saw, I cannot explain it, but it was something, something dreadful. Something unnatural and inhuman. It was not Bob. I was frozen. I felt the need to do something. I had to kill it, I had to destroy it. It was not right, it did not belong. No one else seemed to notice. They must have seen the look upon my face, I vaguest recall someone calling my name asking me something I think if I was alright. But I was dead to the world then and completely focused on that thing which was before me. It was something so horrible it was beyond description. I went after it. What did I use? My hands? Did I find some weapon of opportunity? I do not know, I cannot remember, I do not remember actually doing it. Everything went black and before I knew it the others were pulling me off of Bob’s still body. I screamed when I saw him. It could not be. I remember there was blood. I tried to explain but no one would listen to me.

Now, I cannot escape it, I see it everywhere. I relive what I did in my mind over and over. And still it dose not make sense, but I cannot continue to live this way any longer. I must part from this world

For though All are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them. ~The Monk

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