I write this letter as a last resort to any who may read it. I am a twenty-five year old man who finds himself in an area of life he himself cannot comprehend. To attest to my knowledge I must tell you of my life but I fear I may not have the time. Something hunts me in a place beyond any understanding and I find myself realizing the rules I learned through my life do not apply to this place. It lurks in the shadows as it hunts me, but it cannot touch me where I sit now. It began a few months ago. The visions that lead me to this arena of nightmares. At first it was a glance here and a vision there, but my psyche began to notice discrepancies in my reality as soon as I awoke in the morning. Two times did I wake to find myself never to have fallen asleep. Once I awoke in an abyss of uncertain design where I could see not and hear all. Sounds of deepest nightmares began plaguing me then. Snarls in the day and sounds of creatures I have yet to imagine would sneak up on me in the night. After the first days, the visions became more frequent in moments where safety was all but assured. Demons of the day would harass my every activity and yet remain a mystery to all around me. I would seek help from professionals in the field of the mind and they would only lead me towards the medications that I needed. But who were they to understand my predicament. I sedated my thoughts with these medications only to be found deeper into that abyssal plane I now must endure for what I feel is eternity. This place, a place even a god would dare not thread is older than time itself. I feel things, horrifying and crippling, yet soothing and mortifyingly pleasant. And the voice. It follows me every corner and every moment. It destroys the inside of what was left of me and feeds me the sweetest of lies every second. I feel myself being torn into pieces and yet I know I am whole still. Ah, I've done it once more. Careened away from the most important of subjects as I am slowly consumed by the beast. This moment of clarity is but a speck of relief in what I must tell you is the most amazingly horrible moments in my life. Doctors, they call themselves, that is the beast that plagues my every thought. For the years of my life have I understood my footing until this moment where I stand incredulous and blind at what really plagues me. They dance around my emotions and ignore my words as I warn them that this place is not of my own design and I can't help but live in it now. You who reads my words, understand that I think I am sound of mind but that there is no logic to the understanding of this disease. I leave you with but a taste of the horrors that pass unaware by you all but that I perceive in the most purified states. Understand that it is not I who needs the help but that you are in a danger of immeasurable strength of falling to the same beast that now has his claws in my being, forever to be hosted by my body and feeding off my every thought. I hope this reaches you in time for you to understand the predicament I must traverse and hope you do not fall into the eyes of this horrible beast.
