#Schizophrenia #ISeeDeadPeople #TheyLive

Bear in mind when I tell you these things some of them will be disturbing. If you know me, I want you to reconsider that once you read this you can never go back. If it doesn’t change how you feel about me, then you will be special. This is my newest series, and it will get progressively darker. Just be warned…

Without further procrastination:

It all started when I was about eight years old. It was a night much like any other night. My little brother, Chase, and I shared a room (Oh, he’s got it, too), and I noticed a funny green colored light coming from the surge protector. I was worried about it breaking the Nintendo. I loved that thing. It was the coolest thing my parents had bought us. #ClassicallyTrained

As I stared at the light, a sudden fear swept over me. This is like a fear-for-for-life kinda fear. It’s unlike anything I have ever experienced, and I have seen pistols and rifles come out ready to be used.

Suddenly, I started hearing really loud laughter. It had a sinister tone:


It guffawed repeatedly. Finally, after working up some nerve…still in fear for my life…I laughed. A face appeared in the light and stretched over to me, got right in my face, and said with an impossibly deep voice, “Don’t ever mock me again.” Then vanished.

I was able to fall asleep after that, somehow. I guess I thought it was a dream. The next morning, Chase asked me, “Did you hear that man laughing last night?” I ignored him, and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I didn’t tell my parents about that one until years later. I guess I was too excited to get to school! I told some of my friends. Let’s just say, I am not alone…

There will be more to come on this, but I will share this final thought:

When we hang out, if you see my eyes jump left or right suddenly, glass over, and I look really afraid for 10-15 seconds…don’t stress. I am just fighting demons around us. I have been doing it since I was a kid. The demon may shout obscenities, threaten me with a knife, sword, or a gun. It may point at me in taunt, but I just ignore them. After all, I don’t keep company with demons.

Wagen, over and out.