I hear voices in my head (I later learned that it was the Call of Cthulhu). They told me I would die...These voices were all the time with me, even at the moment I thought I died. First the Old Ones came to me, whispering through the LED-lights, whispering things from beyond, such things only aliens know...They filled my head with their voices, and I listened, I listened and the madness came over me, surrounded my soul, corrupted my heart, and I became ill.
It went further and further. I lay in my bed with He Who Is Not To Be Named and He did sick things with me I do not wish to recall. I was tormented by the past. Wicked things that had happened to me in past lives came into reality. Wicked things from this life. And I watched a lot of horror, filled my head with terror and the paranormal, and I read forbidden Grimoires filled with ancient Rituals and novels about dark things such as Necromancy (Alhazred, Grimoire of the Necronomicon, The Wandering of Alhazred, The Book of Eibon, Mysteries of the Worm, The Black Book and so on).
The Elder Race finally came to murder me. The Old Ones kept teleporting me from corner to corner in the Universes, under command of Nyarlathotep. At all cost I shouldn't fall asleep for then I would die. Then it happened, I saw Great Cthulhu coming for me, my life flashed on a big screen, and I couldn't see the sight of humanity but that's what my life's all about: humans. And then I died but I never saw a bright light or a tunnel, as they always describe it. But I looked at myself and said: Why am I still alive? And I continued my life as always. Or did I died that very moment and do the dead live on?
