It Visited Me In The Psych Ward - Revision history

Cuckedretardedasshole at 08:26, 31 January 2026

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	When I got out of the ward, the doctor told me a ride was waiting for me. A black car with no front windows was parked outside. I didn't recognize the model. I walked over and saw a note: "It is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain." I entered the car and ~~had~~ a sick feeling in my gut. I wrote all this down as we were driving, just trying to recall the memory. ~~We went onto~~ the highway. I tried to look at the driver, but that sinking feeling from the event one year ago told me that I shouldn't. I looked out the back window and froze. ~~This isn't earth~~. ~~This isn't anywhere normal~~.
			When I got out of the ward, the doctor told me a ride was waiting for me. A black car with no front windows was parked outside. I didn't recognize the model. I walked over and saw a note: "It is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain." I entered the car and developed a sick feeling in my gut. I wrote all this down as we were driving, just trying to recall the memory. As we, for whatever reason, seemed to enter the highway. I tried to look at the driver, but that sinking feeling- the same sort of feeling from the event one year- ago told me that I shouldn't. I looked out the back window and froze.

			I was no longer... here. I was somewhere else.

			I pray this uploads to the website. I pray it never visits you.

Alexis at 01:07, 31 January 2026

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	2 years ago, I had an episode. Something in me acted up. I started [[Schizophrenic\|seeing things]]. I developed [[Bipolar\|bipolarity]] towards those around me, even the people I loved or cared about. It all culminated when a door-to-door salesman came to my apartment and I opened the door and- for some reason- I punched him. I continued to beat him, rambling about how this was necessary for humanity. I did this until a neighbor called the police and they took me into custody. I ended up pleading insanity in the trial- and managed to avoid most of the charges. However, I had to go to the Psych Ward for 2 years of treatment.		2 years ago, I had an episode. Something in me acted up. I started [[Schizophrenic\|seeing things]]. I developed [[Bipolar\|bipolarity]] towards those around me, even the people I loved or cared about. It all culminated when a door-to-door salesman came to my apartment and I opened the door and- for some reason- I punched him. I continued to beat him, rambling about how this was necessary for humanity. I did this until a neighbor called the police and they took me into custody. I ended up pleading insanity in the trial- and managed to avoid most of the charges. However, I had to go to the Psych Ward for 2 years of treatment.

Cuckedretardedasshole at 01:06, 31 January 2026

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	The rest of my stay at the ward was extremely uneventful. The visions stopped, as did the voices, and I began to be able to lead a normal life again. The doctors attributed it to their treatment working, but I had a feeling. A weird feeling in my gut telling me that there was something else.		The rest of my stay at the ward was extremely uneventful. The visions stopped, as did the voices, and I began to be able to lead a normal life again. The doctors attributed it to their treatment working, but I had a feeling. A weird feeling in my gut telling me that there was something else.
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	When I got out of the ward, the doctor told me a ride was waiting for me. A black car with no front windows was parked outside. I didn't recognize the model. I walked over and saw a note:		When I got out of the ward, the doctor told me a ride was waiting for me. A black car with no front windows was parked outside. I didn't recognize the model. I walked over and saw a note: "It is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain." I entered the car and had a sick feeling in my gut. I wrote all this down as we were driving, just trying to recall the memory. We went onto the highway. I tried to look at the driver, but that sinking feeling from the event one year ago told me that I shouldn't. I looked out the back window and froze. This isn't earth. This isn't anywhere normal.
	"It is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain."
	I entered the car and had a sick feeling in my gut. I wrote all this down as we were driving, just trying to recall the memory. We went onto the highway. I tried to look at the driver, but that sinking feeling from the event one year ago told me that I shouldn't. I looked out the back window and froze.
	This isn't earth. This isn't anywhere normal.

Cuckedretardedasshole: Created page with "2 years ago, I had an episode. Something in me acted up. I started seeing things. I developed bipolarity towards those around me, even the people I loved or cared about. It all culminated when a door-to-door salesman came to my apartment and I opened the door and- for some reason- I punched him. I continued to beat him, rambling about how this was necessary for humanity. I did this until a neighbor called the police and they took me into cus..."

2026-01-31T01:05:55Z

Created page with "2 years ago, I had an episode. Something in me acted up. I started seeing things. I developed bipolarity towards those around me, even the people I loved or cared about. It all culminated when a door-to-door salesman came to my apartment and I opened the door and- for some reason- I punched him. I continued to beat him, rambling about how this was necessary for humanity. I did this until a neighbor called the police and they took me into cus..."

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2 years ago, I had an episode. Something in me acted up. I started [[Schizophrenic|seeing things]]. I developed [[Bipolar|bipolarity]] towards those around me, even the people I loved or cared about. It all culminated when a door-to-door salesman came to my apartment and I opened the door and- for some reason- I punched him. I continued to beat him, rambling about how this was necessary for humanity. I did this until a neighbor called the police and they took me into custody. I ended up pleading insanity in the trial- and managed to avoid most of the charges. However, I had to go to the Psych Ward for 2 years of treatment.

The first few months were uneventful. The voices and visions continued. I could tell they weren't real. Well, I knew they weren't real- but they felt so real that sometimes I acted on them. I'd scream during the night, I'd make erratic movements during meals. On some occasions I even had to be separated from the other patients and put into solitary confinement.

I ended up losing track of time, but I knew it had been around 11 months since I had entered, but not yet one year. I didn't want to ask the workers because I distrusted them and also didn't trust myself to not have an episode and injure someone trying to help me. Despite the measures I tried to take for the safety of myself and others, my condition got the better of me when I strangled another patient during mealtime. I hadn't been in solitary confinement since around 4 months in, but they forced me back into there after prying me off of the patient.

So, I was in solitary confinement again. It was a large white room with the padding you see in stereotypical depictions of insane asylums. I was given a straight jacket to ensure my safety. I had to stay there for the entire night.

As expected, I couldn't sleep at all. The visions and voices got worse. I hallucinated my mother walking in and telling me I had to escape, but the straight jacket prevented me. Eventually, at around 2 AM or so, I turned to the wall to avoid the visions of people walking through the locked door.

Then I heard it open.

"Hello?" I asked nervously. I tried to turn around, but I felt something. It was like, breath hitting the back of my neck. Breath that came from at least 8 feet above me. A primal, innate feeling- an instinct- told me that turning around was a bad idea. A voice slowly spoke: "I have come to visit you. You are very troubled, I have heard." I slowly mustered up the courage and replied: "Yeah. I'm in here for 2 years because... The voices told me to kill someone. They sent me here before I could finish him, thank god."

The voice, inhuman, replied: "I see. These "voices", aren't real. Correct? If you'd like, I could make them go away, for a price." I pondered. "What's your price?" The voice answered: "Just a couple favors after you're out of here. Sound good?" Desperately wanting out, I agreed. And I heard the door close. I thought: Wow, that was the most realistic hallucination I've ever had, and a few minutes later I fell asleep.

The rest of my stay at the ward was extremely uneventful. The visions stopped, as did the voices, and I began to be able to lead a normal life again. The doctors attributed it to their treatment working, but I had a feeling. A weird feeling in my gut telling me that there was something else.

When I got out of the ward, the doctor told me a ride was waiting for me. A black car with no front windows was parked outside. I didn't recognize the model. I walked over and saw a note:
"It is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain."
I entered the car and had a sick feeling in my gut. I wrote all this down as we were driving, just trying to recall the memory. We went onto the highway. I tried to look at the driver, but that sinking feeling from the event one year ago told me that I shouldn't. I looked out the back window and froze.
This isn't earth. This isn't anywhere normal.