The Unseen

Over the past few months, my mind has been bruised and tainted by unknown entities. What they truly are, I don't know, but for whatever reason, they torture every part of my sanity. They wrap their cursed hands over my mind, destroying it and letting it bleed out from the inside. They have begun to drive me to the edge of insanity. I can neither see or touch my tormentors, but my mind simply knows what they are. There is a blind twig-thin man with the height of a skyscraper, a two-headed beast with nefarious eyes, and many more vile creatures that frighten me to recall.

It seems that these things live among us. They are all over us, but we only see them when they want us to. They take the form of a human and lure us in, either to torment us for mere fun or to reach their goals.

There have also been stories of the unfortunate souls who have been used by these creatures, and how their minds snapped, never to be well again. This condition has been dubbed "Phantom-Induced Insanity". For the entities who use us to fulfil their ambitions, it is still unknown what their goals are. They may use us as a food source, but it doesn't seem that small. It was only when I researched more and discovered tales of people dragged to the ground, never to be seen again did I realise that they were bringing us to their world.

I tried to think of every possible reason why and after multiple shaky conclusions, I dropped it. Then, one day, I came across another story; the buried story of a serial kidnapper who tormented a small city.

The kidnapper was an odd man. He had a limp, an affinity for tux coats, ripped black gloves, and usually wielded a hoe during the abductions.

One night, the people he had captured heard him scream and saw him dragged into the ground. He wasn't seen again.

The story was kept hidden from the curious eyes of the press and was buried from the public.

However, about a month after his disappearance, hundreds of people began complaining of a mysterious entity who was tormenting them.

When asked to describe how the entity was tormenting them, they described symptoms similar to those of people who had suffered from Phantom-Induced Insanity.

The outbreak wasn't shocking news until people began describing their tormentor. Every single one had described them as the missing kidnapper.

Those creatures were turning us into them. But for what reason?

It also begged the question; are all of these creatures former humans?

Is this just some strange new habit that they are picking up? Yet another question with an answer buried deep inside the earth.

As I continued studying the case, I started experiencing symptoms of P-II. There were other creatures, but my main tormentor was a young girl with a paralyzed face of fear. Her expression is horrifying, and looking at it elicits the same fear she had in you.

However, because she is always here, I always see the face, and thus, I'm always anxious and on edge.

I just can't enjoy my life anymore; and to make it worse, it has begun to take a toll on my health. I am now confined to the bed due to having no energy and being extremely ill these days. All I see is that girl, screaming and crying.

What happened?

Is she a pure creature, or one made from the flesh of people?

Why is her face paralyzed?

Questions, questions, questions- and no answers.

How cruel this world is.

It doesn't matter though.

Soon, that won't be my problem anymore; something that I am eternally grateful for.