September 22nd, 1:30 p.m. I arrived at the Rosemary Psychiatric Institution, where I’ve been promised an interview with a patient who was admitted over two years ago, and whose mental condition remains unchanged. It’s my hope to learn more about the conditions of her admittance, as the media would only say it was of an ‘occult nature’. Those words were what first got my attention. I was a man with a dream of one day becoming a recognised paranormal investigator, but thus far, had only ever investigated frauds and wild goose chases. Ever since this case showed up on the news, I’ve been trying to find out more, thinking this could be my first real break. After two years of inquiries and requisitions, I finally had my in. The official investigation had been closed, so I was no longer barred from having an interview. I was already on bad terms with the warden, having annoyed him with my past repeated attempts to gain entry. However, he couldn’t legally keep me out anymore, much to his dissatisfaction. Even as I entered the facility, and was let through security, his snub-nosed face sneered at me the whole time. Once I was through, I was met by one of the psychiatrists who worked at the facility. He was a middle-aged man, wearing a cheap suit, and signs of a receding hairline. His face was adorned with a pair of glasses with large frames, the kind of appearance you would expect from a professional at a psychiatric institution. He smiled at me, holding a file under one of his arms as the other one extended to shake my hand. I courteously smiled back and took the handshake, introducing myself formally. As he did the same, he led me down the halls of the facility. He explained he was Ms. Campbell’s primary doctor, and had been working with her since she arrived at the institution, and would answer any questions I had, so long as it wouldn’t violate the doctor-patient confidentiality protocol. I first asked him if the rumours about the circumstances of her admittance had any truth to them. He told me, although it’s true she was found in a room which appeared to be used for ritualistic purposes, he didn’t believe it was the cause of her mental state. He suspected her mind had become progressively more fractured due to her occult beliefs, and one day, she just snapped entirely. Since then, he’s been trying to piece her psyche back together, but has made very little progress in the last two years. I asked him what, if any, kinds of treatment had been used. Specifically, had any extreme treatments, such as lobotomy, been performed. The doctor then explained, in her current state, such treatments would have no beneficial effects for her. However, they had attempted to use medication for hallucinations, and even experimented with different combinations of medicine to fix her mental state, but wasn’t at liberty to say which ones. He then handed me the file he’d been carrying, telling me it contained information on her prognosis, and observations made during the last two years. As I read the file, there were some photos of the patient, and a few of the walls in her room, with symbols and phrases drawn in chalk. Age: 23 Sex: Female D.O.B.: [redacted] Eye colour: Gr Hair colour: Rd Status and Treatment: Patient was admitted after being found in her apartment. Patient showed signs of delirium, though the cause is unknown. Patient was sedated, and transported to Rosemary Psychiatric Institution for analysis and treatment. Dr. Eckleburn assigned as primary doctor. Doctor conducted interview avcılar escort bayan with patient. Over a two hour period, details of the patient’s illusions were found to be as follows: Patient claims she was visited by some other-worldly creature, and had intercourse with said creature. Patient gave no details as to how she encountered said creature, nor could explain where it is now. Patient claims she belongs to the creature. Patient was unresponsive during majority of the interview, save for reactions resembling a state of post-coitus. [Update] Patient has since continued to claim she belongs to some other-worldly creature, but has not shown any behaviour of other patients who have claiming possession. Patient is stable, and non-violent. After reading the file, the doctor showed me to the female ward where Ms. Campbell was staying. He said I would be allowed a short interview with the patient, and could ask her about what caused her illusions, as well as take photographs of her, and her room, but nothing more. Furthermore, the institution would not support the legitimacy of occult causes in any form, at least professionally. I agreed to the conditions, and the doctor showed me to her room. He introduced me to Ms. Campbell, and explained to her I was to interview her. Then turned to me and informed me she had already been sedated in anticipation of my arrival. I was allowed to speak to her in private, and to knock on the door to let the orderly know when I was finished. 1:40 p.m. Dr. Eckleburn left me alone with Ms. Campbell in her room. As I stepped inside, I’m immediately drawn to all of the sketches on the walls. Much of it is drawn in chalk, some of it smeared, and all of it seemed incoherent, yet, done with purpose. I turned to look at Ms. Campbell, and she’s laid on her bed, looking up at me, and smiling with a glazed look in her eyes. I fear her sedation may prevent me from conducting the thorough interview I was hoping for. Still, I should at least try. I may not get another opportunity like this again. I grab a chair, and set it next to her bed, sitting in it. I retrieve my notepad and pen from my back pocket, and observe the young woman for a moment. Her auburn hair was messy, and sprawled on her pillow as her head rested on it. She wore the same white smock all the patients wore in the ward. Although her state seemed very euphoric, she still appeared to be aware of me, and why I was there. I asked for her name, and if she understood why I was there. She answered with the name on her file, and understood I was interviewing her. I was relieved, and confident she was coherent enough to answer my questions. I asked her if she remembered the event that took place two years ago, which put her in this state. To which, she replied saying I was very handsome. I was flattered, but didn’t want to encourage that behaviour, so I repeated my question. She nodded and said she did. I asked her if she could describe the events that took place on that night. As I watched her, waiting for an answer, she simply kept looking up at me seductively, a hint of blushing was in her cheeks, and she bit her lip. I had to admit, she was very pretty, and under different circumstances, I would have flirted with her. But this was hardly the time or place, or the person, to be doing such things. Several minutes into the interview, I was beginning to understand why it took two hours for the doctor to get very little information about that night from her. Most of my questions beylikdüzü escort bayan were met with a seductive look, or a flattering comment about my appearance, or sexual prowess. This was probably the first time I ever had to turn down the advances of a beautiful woman, especially one who tried so hard to seduce me. Thinking it may be a lost cause to continue, I quickly transcribed the information from her file instead. I then turned my attention to the walls, wondering if the markings might give some insight. I excused myself from our discussion, and stood up to examine the walls better. Pulling out my camera, I took a hi-res photo of each wall, so I could examine the smaller details, if needed. Ms. Campbell remained in her bed as I did so, and said nothing while I did my examination. Much of the markings seemed rather incoherent, with sketches that made no sense, symbols I didn’t recognise, or had been partially rubbed away. I did, however, notice a few things. In each corner, there was a drawing of a candle, which seemed peculiar to me. There was also a rather crude drawing of what appeared to be a dagger, but the handle looked more phallic, than symmetrical. Finally, a pentagram symbol, which was the universal symbol of witchcraft, and the occult, was drawn on the wall opposite to the bed, with the words ‘KLAC TABLS’ written beneath it. I made a notation of all the peculiar markings on my notepad, and thought I may have been onto something here. What happened next, shook me to my core. I practically jumped out of my skin the moment I turned, and came face-to-face with Ms. Campbell, standing directly behind me. I hadn’t even heard her get up, nor her feet shuffle on the floor, as if she just appeared there. I was terrified, but took a few deep breaths and calmed down. I became nervous wondering how she could have been standing right there, looking right at me, while she was still sedated. I tried to play it off, telling her she surprised me, and I would have to be going now. Just as I spoke, she stepped closer to me. I moved backwards away from her, nervous of what she might do, and ended up with my back against the wall. She was almost pressed into me, her eyes staring right into mine, full of hunger. She opened up her smock, and bared her chest; no t-shirt or undergarments underneath. She reached into it and pulled her breasts out for me to see. Her skin was pale, and looked soft and smooth. She gently rubbed them, and arched her back to raise her chest closer to me, daring me to touch them. I stood frozen against the wall, afraid to do anything but look. She gave me a devious, playful smile as she bit her lip, still rubbing her breasts. Her nipples hardened, alluring me to take hold of them. She was getting no reaction from me, so she became bolder. She reached down, and rubbed my pants, precisely along the shaft of my growing erection. My attempts to feign disinterest seemed to fail, she had called me on my bluff. With a lewd giggle, she lowered herself onto her knees, and skillfully unfastened my pants in about a second. Before I could protest, she had already reached into my boxers, and pulled out my erect member. She cooed lustfully as she stroked me, and I could only wonder if, perhaps, her sedation had simply worn off prematurely. As precum secreted from the head of my prick, she stared at it hungrily. Her hand stroked me harder, trying to milk out more of it. She licked the slit of my penis, cleaning it all off, and took the entire esenyurt escort head of my cock in her mouth. She sucked on the end of my penis, stroking me along the shaft, her eyes continuously looking up into mine. I had to admit, being a paranormal investigator didn’t get me many dates, so it was difficult for me to say no to this. Her auburn hair bobbed back and forth past her shoulders, and part of me wanted to grab it, and just enjoy this. I wanted to take her breast in my hand, and massage it, grope it, and make her feel good. I admit, I wanted to fuck her against this wall. Then, I snapped out of those thoughts, knowing an orderly could walk in at any moment. I pulled myself away from her, stepping sideways from her grasp, and put my throbbing member back in my pants. Rather than look insulted, Ms. Campbell seemed eager to continue, slowly walking towards me with that look of sexual hunger in her eyes. I quickly grabbed my belongings, and anxiously knocked on the door to be let out. The orderly immediately answered, and I exited. I explained what she did, and she assured me that it happened sometimes, before going in to re-dress the auburn-haired woman, and put her back in bed. Needless to say, I decided I was done with my interview, and compiled my notes. I met with the doctor again, and returned his file as he escorted me out of the building. We had a short chat about what happened along the way, but he was relieved to hear that I hadn’t engaged in any sort of sexual act with her. Of course, I had to lie a little about that part. Once I had made it through security, and signed myself out, I was on my way home. 8:50 p.m. I sat at home, going over my notes and pictures, trying to make sense of all the nonsense that had taken place several hours ago. I was bothered by the events that took place in Ms. Campbell’s room at the ward, but it hadn’t stopped me from quickly relieving that tension the moment I got home. I stared at the cork board with all of my photos, and the notes I took from my observations. I stared at it like I was some ‘beautiful mind’ genius, trying to find the connections to everything, like some puzzle. I tried like hell to see how everything fit together, but my mind just wouldn’t shake the image of that young redhead about to blow me right there against the concrete wall. I closed my eyes to think, but I saw her again, on her knees, right in front of me. I start to get hard again, and I had to let out a long exhale to calm myself down. I refocused my mind, and brought my attention back to the mess on the wall, and figure out if there was a case here. I mulled over the specific pictures I had noticed earlier, and saw they resembled the components of certain rituals. If Ms. Campbell was drawing these shapes in a specific way, she may have been trying to tell me by recreating what happened. That made me wonder, what did the words ‘KLAC TABLS’ mean? I had already checked many languages, and they didn’t seem to say anything in any language. I decided to try an experiment, and grabbed some candles. If she drew a picture of a candle in each corner, would that indicate there was a candle in each corner of the room during the ritual? I placed one in each corner of my living room, and lit them, trying to place myself in the situation. The mood certainly seemed right, and I definitely felt a sense of nervousness. I stepped back to the cork board, and grabbed the picture I took of those strange words. I sat on my couch, in the low light, and examined the photo closer. The words still didn’t make sense, and the pentagram above it didn’t seem to give any clue. Frustrated, I set the photo on my coffee table, and got up to get a drink. I could sense I was going in the right direction, and those words and pentagram were the next step.