Have you ever felt your own mind become your monster?
It seeped through my bedroom wall and slithered along the floor toward where I slept. Crawling over my bedclothes, it prevented me from moving.
Frozen where I lay, I felt it enter my body and nestle inside my brain. It had come to dominate me.
My brain burned as the possession intensified; I sweated through the coldest night. It whispered fears and deranged ideas into my mind’s ear.
Like a puppet on a string, I obeyed my new master. Human destruction and misery lured me. Visions of savagery delighted me. Terror and death thrilled me. Empathy and compassion faded.
It had come to thrill me. Perverted sex acts flooded my brain. Blood surged around my body over cruel acts performed on others and upon myself.
I fantasised about violation. I dreamed of sexual torture. And I pleasured myself to the sufferings of others. It had come to ravish me.
Conversations numbed my mind; the endless organised noise ground my nerves into powder. I prayed for death to escape the feckless masses.
I ached to scream at them. I envisioned their slaughter. It had come to flood my soul with hate.
I felt detached from the world. I felt trapped, oppressed and desperate to break free. The world looked cruel, sinister and ugly.
I dreamed of shooting myself in the head to ease the torment. It had come to fill me with fear and self-loathing.
—H, where demons enter through the cracks of thought
