Tricks of the Mind

I have snapped. As a matter of fact, I sit in my cosy cell at the psychiatric ward as I type this. Last night, I saw something that changed who I was. So, what is it, you all ask? Demons. I know, you don't believe me either. It started when I heard hisses and Almost lovecraftian in form, they slithered from my basement up into my living room.

The room became pitch black and whispers of some guttural language like a cross between Latin and Swahili echoed throughout the room. I felt something crawl up my leg. I screamed, and ran until I found my phone, which was used as an impromptu torch. I flashed my light upon the beast and it kept shifting into different things. It finally settled on becoming a gargantuan, bear-like figure with a hunch and oozing spines all over its back.

It was about this point that I chose to fight. I was scared beyond reason, so I kicked, punched, clawed and bit until the bear-thing fell to the floor, leaking black pus into the carpet. Then I heard noises at the door again. I broke off one of the beast's spines and used it as a blade. As the new demon entered, it quickly changed to become hyena-like, and darted across the room. This beast chose to flee and scurry, but I knew I had to kill it regardless. Oddly, as its life faded, I heard something that resembled English. It appeared to be saying "stop" but it sounded like it was being muffled.

The final beast entered the frey. It was a small, humanoid figure clutching a deformed foetus. It hissed and wailed, and pounced upon me. I had no choice but to snap its neck. It silenced quickly, and fell, limp, to the floor. Afterwards, I fled the house and wandered the streets until I passed out, had to explain myself, and ended up here. One thing I'll never understand is how and why those shapeshiftinh horrors chose as their last action to turn themselves into exact copies of my family.

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