INSANITY

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Ok so I’ve been on this medication for about 2 weeks now. I really feel no difference. Well except that now in the night before I sleep I still have to barricade myself. But now I can lay there and when I hear the sounds I close my eyes.

I can literally hear my brain and I can internally reason with myself. Ok so it goes like this. I hear a noise, ‘Oh shit someone is trying to come in’ I think to myself.

But my brain answers back ‘No, no hold on a minute there insane woman, lets listen some more. Ok see listen again it’s the refrigerator making ice. So now you’re crazy ass has 2 options. One, we know what it is and just go to sleep. Two we get up and turn the ice maker off getting rid of the noise that will happen every half an hour or so.’

‘Well it makes more sense to get up and shut it off right?’ I ask myself.

‘Well you would think that wouldn’t you.’ My brain answers.

‘Well damn you don’t have to be so sarcastic about it’ I tell myself. It is about that moment I realize I am actually fighting with myself in my own head. So I look around making sure no one noticed my stupidity.

Well on this particular night I was able to lessen all the noises around the house that might freak me out. So I fell asleep at 11:30pm, a fairly good time I think.

Well that is until I am awaken at 4am. I woke up not even sure why. The pills I take make me tired, but I don’t dream which is something I love. But something did wake me. So I lay there in the dark. My daughter was still sleeping on her mattress on the floor and my son was sleeping by my husband.

Ok so everyone is here. But I start to get this immense feeling of sadness and loneliness. But I ignore it and lay there still listening. My back was on the mattress and I was facing the ceiling. I have a small night light on so I see the shadows being cast on the ceiling.

It’s at this point that a very fucked up and unbelievable thing happens. I feel the mattress give in either side of me as if someone had gotten on top of me. Not touching me but with their hands on either side of my shoulders.

I try to call out to my husband but the words are trapped in my throat. I can’t speak and I can’t seem to move now either. I feel a cold chill run down my spine. I feel trapped and scared as hell. What is happening? Maybe I’m just dreaming. But no, the medication keeps me from dreaming.

It felt like an eternity. But it must have only been 5 minutes or so. I remember my mom said something like this happened to her once and she said she did the sign of the cross with her fingers and she started to recite the Our Father. I didn’t really even remember all the words to it. But as I said what I remembered in my head, I felt the pressure lift off me.

I was freaked out as hell and once again I was awake the rest of the night. I didn’t tell anyone about this but it was now Saturday and we were going to my Uncles house for a party. The family always has conversations about crap like this. I will bring it up and see what I can find out.

But come on what the hell I know I wasn’t dreaming this stuff up.

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Well that night like always we gathered on the living room floor, some older people sitting on the sofa. I brought up what happened to me but did not say it happened to me. Just that I was curious why that happens to people.. My Aunt said “oh yeah that happens some people get visited by spirits. They have a message for whoever they visit.”

Well shit my skin was crawling now. “Did I ever tell you about what happened to your grandfather?” She asked.

“No” I answered curious.

“Well you know the village where we live in Mexico is far from any town. There is a cemetery about 2 miles from the entrance of the village. Well to get anywhere you have to go on horseback or on a car. On moonless nights it is a dark journey. So dark you can’t see your hand in front of your eyes. Well your grandfather was piss drunk and was riding back when something spooked his horse and he fell off and the horse took off. So he was laying there on the ground. There are coyotes and other wild animals around so the chances of him walking home and making it alive where very slim.

So he just laid there. But he said he heard someone ride up and pull him onto his horse like a sack of rice. He lifted his head and said the horse was all black with red eyes and a little bit of smoke coming out of his nostrils. Not too long after he was thrown back on the floor and when he looked up the man on the horse was all in black. The same as the horse with red eyes.

‘This is as far as I can go.’ When he looked around he noticed he was by the cemetery. When he looked back at the man, he was gone just vanished in thin air. Everyone said it was the devil that brung him home.” She said and everyone agreed.

My mom said “yeah he was a bad man and did bad things after that.”

Oh fuck…

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