You sleep. Down in the depths of peace and serenity, drinking in the harmony of blissful ignorance. The horrors in the dark and beyond lurk in the shadows. Your life, as you know it, ends now. As if in a dream, you twist and turn in your bed, hearing foot steps coming closer, closer, closer. You feel as if something is hovering right over you as you lay helpless in a restless combination of sleep and being awake.
You feel as if your heart is torn out of your chest as you are snatched from the world of the living with the agony of a billion screams.The next sight you see is a grotesque, seemingly impossibly made creature, which is a horrifying mixture of teeth, many heads, bat like wings and eyes with horns on it's head.


"Why am I dead? WHY? WHY? WHY?"
You feel your very soul chill and rend it'self in excruciating misery as you realize, it is you. . . and you are it! Flashes, smells, sounds and images, and the physical touches of pain, ecstacy and madness overwhelm every fiber of your psyche as you feel your mouth erupt a primal scream, mixed with a roar, or terror and insane suffering as infinite thoughts are forced through your mind in an infinitesimal span of time, if you could call it time at all.

Suddenly you feel the shock of life flow back into your body again. You begin to breathe, you feel as if you are, alive. No longer suffering in whatever place you somehow escaped. You feel yourself muttering in giddy horror in unintelligible ramblings of blood, gore, murder, and unspeakable evils. Then, somehow, you are snapped back into place. Your sanity returns, and you find yourself relieved. Relieved of what? Who knows. You've forgotten. Now however you have new problems, you are in an Asylum.

A little more than two weeks pass as you are examined by the staff and wardens of the Asylum. You seem surprisingly well. Dramatically well. Certainly compared with your earlier condition. You are all gathered with each other in a room to be examined by a psychologist, an important occult researcher and others. As you enter the room where the people wait for you, a mixture of peace and a chill running down your spines travels from the top of your head down to the base of your spine, at the tail bone. You are unsure what to think for just a moment, until all of your confused faces are ushered to the chairs for you to sit down and begin questioning.

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Peter took his seat before the array of asylum staff. Taking a cursory glance at the other patients, he perceived a few that seemed familiar, but none that he had previously known or had spoken to in his interment, the rations of which had brought his health no benefit. Though having asked multiple times, the cloyingly sweet nurse assigned to his care had not yet informed him of the reason for his institution. This being the case, he relished the opportunity to acquire answers and perhaps be released. He had already disappointed several clients, his meetings with whom had to be cancelled, and needed to reschedule as quickly as possible. Whatever had transpired in the midst of what he had assumed to be a terrible nightmare fell under the category of "unpleasantness to be forgotten entirely."

Small plastic chair looked anything but comfortable, but looks were nothing compared to how awful it was actually to sit on. Same applied to Anna; sitting there silently, hands on her lap and eyes strictly looking only at her own knees she probably looked little bit nervous, uncomfortable. But feeling she were going through inside her head were much, much more worse. She was frightened, her hands were shaking and it felt like her stomach could turn upside down any minute. Having no idea what was going on scared the hell out of her, and it people that had been examining her these past days didn't really seem willing to give her any answers.

Days .... or had it already been weeks?
Is this what it felt like to go crazy? Flashed of all the terrors, death kept coming to her in her sleep. The awful smell ... sometimes the thought for sure she could still smell it. What was happening to her? Who were these people? When could she go back home?

Anna carefully raised her head as more people flowed to the room. They didn't really look like they had any more answers that she did. Maybe they were going to be okay..
Just keep breathing; in through your nose, out through your mouth. Calming voice of her mother inside her head made Anna relax a little bit. That's a good girl, just keep breathing. It's gonna be okay.

"We're glad that you could come for this meeting today. So we understand that you've finally began to improve out of your previous conditions. We're glad that you're doing better. We have some important questions for you that we would like you to answer today." They put down markers and plate sized boards on the table. "First thing is, we would like you all to write down this monster you keep saying you see in your nightmares and dreams."