Nosocomephobia

Odd Happenings

Irene sat in her backyard looking at the flowers she had grown. She had imagined the flowers all quickly drooping and dying down to the ground, turning brown. She begun to stop resisting what her mind decided to make her think, which just made her more sad. But she watched the sad flowers slither off their roots, across the grass, up the steps, to Irene's feet and eventually her whole body as if they were now snakes. Irene took a deep breath and a tear fell from her eye.

What in the world could this mean?

***

As she turned off the lights, Irene felt a breeze and possibly a touch of someone's hand upon her shoulder. She turned around to see if it was anything, and because she didn't spot anything continued to bundle up under the covers to sleep for the night. The sound of creaking floors made her eyes suddenly open. Irene saw a dark shadowy figure slowly moving around her room. She was afraid to move or say anything. She wanted to turn to the side of the bed that faced the wall, but again, was afraid to move. Her breaths shortened and increased in speed. Irene tried closing her eyes to forget about it but really couldn't. She knew she saw something there. Just as she opened her eyes to check if she still saw it, her imagination decided to make the figure run towards Irene then vanish just as Irene closed her eyes tightly as a natural reaction.

What in the world could this mean?

***

Irene was drying off the dishes from her dinner in the kitchen. Her hands were warm and dry underneath the rubbery yellow gloves. She was humming a tune she had been making up along the way. Suddenly the window above the sink flew open. Irene screamed due to the sudden startle. A tiny blue, round bird sat on the windowsill. "Oh. Just you silly little thing!" she told the bird. Irene admired the bird, how interesting it was to have this creature in the window. She started to think of how lovely it would be to be a bird. Free with no responsibilities, flying and soaring through the air. Irene looked at the bird's eyes. The little black pupils suddenly grew rapidly. Now the bird's eyes were 100% black as if it had been possessed. Irene shrieked. "Shew, shew, go! Ah!" The bird made a loud cry which signaled all of his other demon bird friends to attack Irene. They ripped up her clothes and created wounds in her wrinkly skin. Irine blinked and was back to washing the dishes. Her breaths were large as she searched her body to see if the wounds were still there, or if her clothes were ruined. They weren't.

What could this all mean?

Donny's journal entry number 3:

May 15, 2003

Mother is definitely out of it. Today I asked her how she is, and she told me she is great. She has been spending her days with a fairy named "Angelina." This fairy brought her to places and is modifying what foods and drinks she's taking in. What caught me wasn't just that she talks and whispers to the fairy when I'm with her, but that my mother has told me that Angelina said she should stab a man she will meet in the market tomorrow. Luckily Irene declined that option. But still, this is getting way out of hand. I'm aware that dementia will cause hallucinations and the patient will see things they've seen in the past, but this is out of hand. I mean, if it's come to the point where she's having thoughts of possibly killing someone. No doubt, her disease is getting worse. I also want to search for mental institutions she can go to for her new insanity. I never thought I'd be saying this but I do not want to end up being killed by my mother because of her condition.

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Irene was in her bed thinking about the time Angelina turned it into her childhood bedroom, how cool that was. How magic itself is cool! She tried to remember other things that had happened to her but forgot. She started to sweat out of nervousness. Her questions in her mind were things like "did I even have a past?" and "what did I do, 10 minutes ago?". Her dementia was catching on just as Angelina walked into the room.