“Run, run, pull it off and run”
He kept whispering from the dark, his blazing red eyes and his pale, grey, wrinkled hands that emerged from what I think is a sleeve from his cloak was all I could see. He kept whispering aggressively from the dark, his voice echoed in the room, I was scared, he torments me anytime I refuse to do what he ask me to do.
“Run, pull it off and run, they don’t like you, they want to harm you “
He whispered again, this time, it was a bit loud with a harsh tone. I wanted to comply, I wanted to run like he instructed, but my hands were tied to the smooth metal near my bed. I was afraid, he might torment me again. Anytime he talks with harsh voice , it shows he is angry.
“You want to disobey me, I will punish you for that”
Now is the part where he starts to torment, once he gets angry and drop that sentence, I am done for. He started walking towards me, his blazing red eyes puffed out fire, his ugly hands with long black nails crossed each other to his belly. I became afraid, I know he was about to torture me. I closed my eyes immediately, I was panicking, I prayed silently in my heart that he should go away from me.
At a point, I couldn’t hear his footsteps again, I listened carefully with my eyes still closed, but there was no sound. I slowly opened my eyes, I looked around, he was gone, I exhaled heavily, sweet was all over me. Immediately, two hands from behind clasped my throat, it was trying to choke me, someone whispered into my ears,
“You disobeyed me”
I was so scared that I have to scream, I kept screaming until a man in blue shirt and a black pair of trouser ran in, he wore a white coat that floated in the air as he runs towards me, another man ran in with him, the second man wore igbo traditional attire, he was older than the first man.
“They can’t see me, they won’t help you, stand up from there, pull off all you wear and run, run from them, they are harmful “
The strange man with red eyes yelled at me from behind.
“What is it doctor, what is going on?”
The man in Igbo traditional attire asked the man in white coat,
“Well, from our test sir, your son is a drug addict, we dictated LSD which means lysergic acid diethylamide, also called lysergide, potent synthetic hallucinogenic drug, it can make one to hallucinate and see things that are not real, that is what your son is experiencing “
The man in white coat said, the man in Igbo traditional attire who happens to be my father snapped his fingers with an unpleasant expression on his face.
Yes, the doctor wasn’t lying, I am a drug addict, but yesterday was my first time tasting that substance he mentioned, my friend who got home from abroad gave it to me and asked me to try it, I did, it was okay with me, until I took the second one, that was when I started seeing the strange man in black cloak that has red eyes with his face covered with darkness , black long nails and two white, pale, wrinkled hands that emerge from his sleeve. He has been telling me things since yesterday, he told me to pull off my clothes and run outside naked or he torture me, I have been doing all that he asked me to do, to avoid being tortured. I met hell since yesterday, I haven’t been myself,it was like my body was switched with that of a ghost. The scary man has been haunting me since yesterday, people thought I was mad, they placed and lock me in chains, but never knew I was battling with my mind, I pray I get out of this, I don’t know what is happening around me, all I can is that strange man in black cloak.
I promise not to do drugs again if I get out of this, I am already loosing my mind, I promise to tell my friends to stop doing drugs, now I have witnessed the side effects, I will stop.