// now you know what it's like to feel insane, darling // devin sola au // copyright andi horror 2015 //


2. chapter one

I sat quietly in the corner of my cell, my knees brought up to my chest with my arms around my legs, resting my head on my knees.

I attempted to quiet my sobs, but to no avail.


I had been brought to a mental asylum because I'd been seeing a ghost lately. I tried telling my parents because I got to the point where I was beyond worried.

First, it was the tapping on my window. I didn't think much of it, I told myself it was a tree limb hitting the glass.

Then, the footsteps going down the hall outside my bedroom door. I saw the shadows, too.

Then, it was the sounds of fists hitting my bedroom walls.

Things disappearing. Things getting moved.

I told my parents after I started hearing the voice. It was never a different tone or voice, it was the same thing.


"They'll never believe you," The voice said.

I just wished that they had.


My parents brought me to the mental asylum because they thought I was going mentally insane. But I heard what I heard. I saw what I saw.

Why did no one believe me? Do you believe me, reader?


He was real. I knew it. He was real. He was there. Always. He was watching. He knew. He knew they would never believe me.

That's why he did it. That's why he did it in the first place.


They would find out. They would know. I would make them believe.


"They'll never believe you."


No, oh no, he followed me.

He knew I was at the mental asylum.

Maybe I was insane?


"They'll neve-"


"What the hell do you want from me?!" I screamed.


I stood up and looked at the ceiling.


"Where the hell are you?! Tell me what you want!" I shouted.


"They'll never believe you."


"Yes, I get it! They'll never believe me! Now leave me alone!" I screamed, slamming my fist against the padded wall.


"I'm always here. You can never get rid of me."

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