I shot up out of bed. There's a dark figure on the edge of my fucking bed. I try to scream, but when it stares at me, I can't move. I can't scream. I can't breathe.
Fall prey to my will, Lewis.
That fills my head. It gets repeated over. And Over. And Over. Suddenly, it disappears. I gasp. My mind is clear. I'm shaking. My chest feels pains it's never felt before. Feels like its being stabbed. My throat feels like someone wrapped their hand around it, I take a deep breath. I reason it to be my hallucinations again.
Guess I was very, very wrong huh.
I wake up the next morning and head out to go find a job to pay for the damn apartment. I greet the front desk woman, and ask her, "what's your name?" She smiles, "Madison Lockheart." I nod, "Lewis Alaster. Thank you again." She nods and I go out to find a job in town. I luckily got a shower, so I look presentable. However, I still feel weird. Like I'm being followed. I just brush it off, but last nights events still haunt me. What the hell was that thing. What did it want? I've never seen that before. I see another person in an alley again, and suddenly feel the need to wash up again. I get looks, so i go to a bathroom, wash up my hands and face, and go to the job interview I got. I pass it, and get hired a week later. I try and call my wife but she won't pick up the phone.
No one loves you, Lewis. Just kill yourself.
*Click* Eliza gets the last tape and plays it, horrified at what's been going on.
YOU ARE READING
Case #4473: The Alaster Suicide of 1984
TerrorLewis Alaster is a man that has been talked about since the early 80's. Detective Eliza must go in and uncover what happened to this poor soul, and what factors are at play to what ruined his life and what lead to his suicide.
