When I met with Alyssa initially, she seemed like a fairly average girl. She smiled and introduced herself like any good child would. I asked her how her stay at The Institution was going and she responded pleasantly, saying that it was good. With that I bid her farewell, with the plan to see her the next morning
However, we were bought together before then, in circumstances not as positive as the first time we met. I had been called during the wee hours of the morning and rushed to The Institution to consult with Alyssa Red. As I arrived at the building, I was informed by staff that they had been drawn to her room by screams. The screams were not that of Alyssa, but her roommate. As the staff arrived, they found Alyssa leaning over the bed of her roommate, with her hands clenched tight around the other girl’s throat. It was reported that Alyssa was whispering the words “Die demon of the night! Return to hell where you belong!” as she strangled her roommate. The staff quickly removed Alyssa from the room and placed her into solitary confinement. That is where she was when I arrived.
When I entered SAFE ROOM 1 Alyssa was crouched in the corner crying. I approached her, making my presence known with soothing words. As I neared the girl, her demeanor changed. She spun to face me and took on a defensive position on the floor. She began making horrific, feral noises. I backed away, comforting her still. When I was about three yards back, she lunged, clawing and biting at my feet.
Luckily, the security officers outside the door came in at that time and dragged the girl off of me. She hissed and kicked, but with her arms restrained, she could do nothing.
I was invited back in to talk to Alyssa, now in restraints. But the bonds seemed unnecessary, for the girl the girl was as calm as she was when I first met her. I greeted her and she responded pleasantly. I asked her about the incidents that had occurred. She looked at me with tears in her eyes.
“He was in my room.” Her voice came as a whisper.
“Who is ‘he?’” I asked the Alyssa, but that just brought on more tears. I touched her shoulder comfortingly, and she looked up at me. Her brown eyes bore into mine.
“The Wolf.” Then she started to cry again. It touched something in my heart, and scared me at the same time. This poor girl was seeing things. This strange girl was trying to kill people. That’s a bit creepy.
“Have you seen this “Wolf” person before?”
“Yes.” She replied, her breaths returning to normal speed and her tears drying. “It started about a week ago.”
“Would you like to talk about it?”
“Okay.”
Alyssa told me her story, and now I am going to share it with you.
On 8/14/2001, Alyssa was told by her mother, Kristen Red, to deliver a basket of baked items to her Grandmother, who lived just beyond the woods. Alyssa put on her white cloak and set off with the treats for her grandmother’s house. Alyssa informed me that as she walked along the path, she heard voices summing from the trees. This made her very apprehensive. She heard a creek from the trees above her and looked up. A drop of something fell into her eye. It tainted her vision red and burned. Another drop hit her shoulder. She put out her hands and watched as her palms turned red. Alyssa screamed, because she had identified what was falling from the sky. It was raining blood. Alyssa started to run around franticly, seeking shelter. In her panic, she wandered off the path. Finally finding a cave, Alyssa took shelter. She took off her cloak, now stained red with the blood (it has been verified that the cloak only has stains from the blood of Harriet Red, who is Alyssa’s grandmother), and laid down on the floor of the cave and slept. (It is common for people to fall asleep after psychotic episodes.)
