I’m writing to you now from a psychiatric ward. They tell me I tried to kill myself but I swear to you that I didn’t. I’ve been trying to tell the doctors and nurses what really happened but they refuse to believe me. Instead they are trying to pump me with all these medications: anti-depressants, anti-anxiety meds, anti-psychotics. I’m realizing that the people here won’t believe me, that they can’t help me. But maybe you can.
It was two weeks ago. I was walking home from work at around 3:00am. I’m a bartender at a local bar so I usually work late nights. My apartment is only two blocks away from my work so I feel pretty safe making the trip alone, despite the fact that I’m 5feet tall and like 90lbs. Sure, on these walks home I’ve been harassed a few times by drunken frat boys, or creeps shouting at me from their cars, but nothing I couldn’t handle. My big sister, who worries about me endlessly, gave me a little bottle of mace that I attached to my keychain. When she gave it to me I laughed and told her that I would never need to use it, but she made me promise to keep it on me anyway, so I do. I live in a good area. A safe area. I’ve never felt scared or threatened walking down these streets at any hour, that is, until that cold Sunday night.
It was unusually cold for an evening in May. The sky was clear and the air was crisp. I could see my own breath as I shivered and wrapped my flimsy jean jacket around me. I hurried along, eager to get home and take a hot bath. As I turned the corner onto my street I was struck with that uneasy feeling you get when you feel like you are being watched. I glanced around but could see no one. I brushed the feeling off. I’ve had a particularly long and stressful shift, dealing with stupid drama between coworkers that seemed to be a daily occurrence lately. I was exhausted and my nerves were shot. But then I heard it. A high pitched buzzing sound, almost mechanical, kind of like the sound a refrigerator makes, except much louder and much more peircing. Confused, I looked around for the source of the noise but couldn’t explain it. The sound quickly became louder and louder, and the weird thing was, it seemed like it was coming from inside my own head. It became so excruciatingly loud that I put my hands at my ears and dropped to my knees, paralyzed in an excruciating pain. My head swam and my vision went blurry. At this point I was pretty sure I was having a stroke or something, like there was some neurological shit going haywire inside my head. Pain pulsing through my head like razors, I thought I would puke or pass out or both. But then the buzzing abruptly stopped, and I saw them. From what I could make out, three shadowy figures loomed over me. It was like they came out of nowhere. Still recovering from the intense sound and unable to really process what I saw infront of me, I managed to blurt out, “I… I think I’m hurt”. My entire body was still trembling from the inexplicable pain I had just experienced. I rubbed my temples with my fingers, slowly recovering from whatever the fuck just happened. “I think I need to go to the hospital...” I said. But a few moments went by and they didn’t say a word. Not a fucking word. They just stood there, heads turned towards me… staring. Totally fucking creeped out, I stumbled backwards and managed to get back up on my feet. My knees were still shaky but at least my vision was starting to return back to normal.
They stepped forward and as they did they became more visible under the light of the lamp post above. A sense of intense dread and confusion immediately washed over me. I must be fucking hallucinating, I thought. I must have had a fucking stroke or something and am now hallucinating the fucking horror show that’s in front of me right now. I swear to fucking god, these things did not look like anything I have ever seen before and they were sure as shit not human. They were tall, taller than any person that has ever existed, I’m sure. At least 8ft tall, probably more, and thin, lanky, almost frail looking. They wore identical long white robes, not unlike lab coats. The coats were so long I couldn’t tell what they had on their feet, or if they even had feet. Their skin was as dark as the night sky, but not like a shade you would ever find on a human. I swear to god it was like a dark blue. They had no hair on their heads; they had tiny, lipless mouths, and terrifying little slits where their noses should be. Their hands were long and bony, with only four fingers on each. And their eyes, their fucking eyes; they were way too big for their head (by human standards), round, yellow, and so bright they glowed. When they looked at me with those eyes it was like they were piercing me right through my soul. Horrified, I turned around and started to run back in the direction I came, but a pair of bony hands gripped me by the shoulders and swung me back around, holding me still as another pulled something out of his pocket.
“Leave me alone!” I shouted in a frenzy of panic and chaos. Without a word, the second stepped towards me holding what looked like a needle.
Thinking quickly, I grabbed my mace and started spraying in the direction of the monster who was gripping me down. He let out an inhuman sound, something I can only describe as a low gurgling, but he didn’t loosen his grip. Then, a sharp sting in my neck and everything went black.
The next thing I remember is coming to in a bright white room, laying down on a rather hard and cold surface. I was soaking wet, being sprayed head-to-toe with some clear, thick liquid by this sprinkler thing above me. It smelled vaguely like rubbing alcohol. When I tried to move I couldn’t. I realized, to my horror, that I was both completely naked and completely immobile, strapped down at my legs, arms, torso, and even head. I felt the foreign slippery liquid run between my legs and over the rest of my body. I was covered in it and it was fucking disgusting. This can’t be happening, I thought to myself. There is no way this is real. I must be dreaming or in a coma or whatever the hell because this is completely batshit crazy fucked up. I spent a few moments doing everything I could to make myself wake up and I would have pinched myself if my wrists weren’t bound. Then, suddenly, the sprinkler turned off and one of those freaks was at my side. I shrieked so loud when I saw him because I hadn’t heard it come in.
“What the fuck is going on!” I screamed louder than I’ve ever screamed before, now violently thrashing at my binds. “Let me go you sick fucking freak! Let me out of here!” He looked down at me with those big yellow eyes, and I swear I could see a hint of sympathy in his otherwise flat expression. Then he pulled out a needle from his pocket with his creepy long and bony hands, and when I saw it I shrieked and started to pull at my binds even more. “Don’t you fucking touch me with that!” I let out a shrill. This freak didn’t open his mouth but I swear to fucking god I heard an alien voice in my head that calmly and clearly said, “it is for the best.” He pricked the needle in my neck and again, everything went blank.
Now what happened between then and when I found myself tucked in my bed the following day is all a haze. These “things” kept me pretty sedated though I was half-conscious for parts of it, so I remember some of what… what they did to me. I’m not sure I can even put this horrific ordeal into words, but I’m going to try…
I was poked with needles in my arms, some bigger than others. There were tubes put down my throat, into my ears, and bright lights shone into my eyes. Thick and cold instruments penetrated me both ends, so deep and painful I thought for sure they were tearing me up from the side. Those long and thin dark blue fingers were all over my body, inspecting me, measuring me. I felt like an animal in a lab. I couldn’t really tell how many of these freaks there were. There were at least 3 or 4, but they seemed to come and go and it was difficult to tell them apart because they all wore the same long white robes and had the same big, bright yellow eyes. I never once saw them speaking to each other, but I could swear that they were communicating telepathically. When they were close to me I could hear snippets of their exchanges in my head, but I couldn’t understand them.
They shuffled me from room to room, putting me through different machines and tests. Most were painless. But some… some fucking hurt. They turned me over to my side and I felt a sharp and intense sting in my spine. It was unlike any pain I have ever experienced. They sliced open my right forearm, I had no idea why, but I felt the warm blood pouring down my skin. I tried to scream and beg for them to stop, but I didn’t have the strength to open my mouth. I was weak from the pain, from the fear, and from the sedatives. All I could do is lay there in agony, completely helpless, as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
And then, I was back in bed. I woke up to my cat licking my face and pawing at my nose like she does when she is hungry. For a few moments, I was relieved. It was all just a dream afterall! That horrible, messed up, incomprehensible experience was just a bad night terror. I almost laughed at myself until I noticed the scar on my arm. It was slight, but it was clearly there. I run my finger across the scar and nearly screamed when I felt something under my skin. It was the size of a nickel, shaped like a slug, and it was fucking moving. The more I touched it the more it seemed to burrow itself into the tissue in my arm. They put something inside me, I thought to myself. Something that was fucking alive.
Terrified and running off a surge of adrenaline, I went to the washroom and instinctively grabbed a razor blade. Fuck this alien shit. Whatever the hell this is it is coming out of me, now. Without even thinking about it I sliced my arm open along the scar that they had made, and fucking stuck my fingers inside the wound. But the deeper I dug the deeper the thing seemed to crawl into my flesh. I cut even deeper, past the skin and into the muscle, only to feel it chewing through my flesh and crawling up my arm. There was blood running down my arm and pooling at my feet, but that didn’t stop me. I kept cutting and digging, cutting and digging, but it seemed it was too deep for me to get. I was losing a lot of blood and I realized that I wouldn’t be able to remove this thing on my own. Hopeless and defeated, I wailed on the washroom floor until I guess I lost consciousness.
And that’s when I woke up strapped down to a bed in a psych ward, the same place that I am writing to you guys now. Anyway, I feel exhausted after writing that all out and the time allotted to me on the computer is running out anyway. A lot has happened since I ended up in the psychiatric ward that I will have to save for another time. I will try and update soon, that is, if it lets me...
Submitted May 21, 2016 at 04:01AM by iwastaken5 http://ift.tt/1TsAOgV nosleep
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