My Last Briefing

 [If you’re new to this blog, go back five posts so you know the context of what I’m about to say.]

I was fired today. All of the patients that killed themselves were interviewed by me and never heard the voices or saw the faces in windows before I showed up. Before I cleaned out, I got their emails to keep in contact. When the pumpkin head and the goblin wouldn’t leave me alone, I researched similar cases. Reports from all over the world discussed the same entities visiting different end of life psych wards. Suicides reached heights uncommon for many facilities. After the cases reached too high, the facility shut down. I’d be worried if it weren’t for the text I received.

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