“Let’s talk again about the little girl.” they requested once in a while. And I replied “that’s not impòrtant, let’s focus on the main matter.”

“Yes, we know, you already explained many times.” the more friendly psychiatrist replied. “I believe you. He already said the same exact things you do. Don’t worry about that. He is not that bad Matt. He just wanted to help you. He doesn’t know how. Yes! Everyone seemed to be against you. All these people. Yes you are right. We know the whole story. We all understand Matt. Can we speak about the little girl?.” And he kept inquiring…

I stood in silence for some seconds. And then he continued “There is several reason we believe you Matt. Your body language. That you are more sane than those poor people who also were sent to that padded room. They all said the same, ‘the little girl’, ‘the little girl’. You didn’t know about her, and yet you said the exact same things… The way you laughed when we told you about it. You don’t even care, you dont care if we believe you about her or not. The bite… can you show us the bite Matt?.”

“I told you she wasn’t the ghost of a regular child…” I replied. “When they send me back to that padded room, and they turned the lights off… those bastards… I touched her hands and she licked my fingers. That’s not normal. It is a thing. A monster taking that shape…”

“They shouldn’t have done that Matt. We know. They didn’t like you Matt. The way you’re not scared at all about that… thing.” He said.

“First the girl there dancing. Then, she sleeping in bed with me. Then, the lick in the dark. And now this bite! I was scared doc, I was… I just don’t show it. I’m strong.” I proceeded to show my bite.

“Oh yes, I see Matt. It’s true, the bite is real as the nurses told me. But there is one thing Matt… it’s your teeth… I recognize your teeth marks. You bited yourself in the hand Matt… That is not ok. You tried to deceive us Matt. You are going to be sent to that padded room again.” He said in a not so friendly voice anymore. And then later continued to his colleagues “I can’t believe I trusted this crazy idiot. He obviously heard about the girl somewhere before coming here.”

So I’m here back to the padded room. Lights off. The thing no longer a little girl, no longer even human… Just a mess of hair and wet deformed skin. Biting my testicles. I keep yelling but they just laugh outside. “The fearless Matt. Now he really fears the ‘little girl'”. “Oh he really does!”.

After some days. I stop yelling. They enter the room and find my body on the floor. Blood in my pants. hundreds of bites in my testicles. With my teeth mark.