"I exist, you know."
The man looked obligingly at the young woman. Her green eyes had a haunted look.
"Yes, Karina. Of course you do. Evrything exists."
"No. Some things in that house didn’t exist."
"Yes, tell me about this ‘house.’"
"It’s at 777. A crazy man lives there. He told me to call him Nny, because I was his friend. But he didn’t really like me. He just wanted to hurt me. Like he hurt the others."
"Others?"
"THere were others in that house. The basements went down for… miles. I went up for days, must have been. And all the people I passed… I just walked past them. Some screamed at me to let them down… I passed them the fastest. They might attract his attention. I didn’t want that. I knew what would happen if he found me. He would kill me."
She turned her pale face up to the man. Her black hair spilled around her face, contrasting unnaturally.
"He killed so many. Whole passages were blocked by bodies, corpses drained of blood.
Some of them were crazy. They kept screaming, and screaming. Her got to them. But he didn‘t get to me."
"And what about the things that didn’t exist?"
"The wall. That didn’t exist. It couldn’t. There was… a white wall, huge, covered in blood. Gallons and gallons of blood. It dried too fast.
It dried, and the black blood was just sucked into the wall. In the white parts, where the blood was gone… There was a pressure.
The wall would press out toward me. Like something behind it was reaching for me."
"Now, Karina, I want you to listen to me. Very carefully. I called the police."
"Did they go over there? DID THEY FIND HIM?!" She was becoming hysterical.
"They went there, to that house."
"AND!?!?!?"
"There is no house there. The street numbers go from 775 to 779. There isn’t even a plot the house could have been on."
"NO! There is a house there!!! Full of people! SOMEONE’S GOT TO HELP THEM!!!"
"Karina, calm down, calm-"
"Don’t tell me to be calm! There’s a KILLER out there! AT THAT HOUSE! A KILLER!!!!!!!"
The psychologist sighed, and pressed the intercom button. A few seconds later, two orderlies came in and took the screaming girl away. Sighing, he ade another note in his log.
She keeps insisting that there is a house there. No matter how many times we have this conversation, she doesn’t remember. I’m beginning to wonder if maybe… No. Insanity is a cruel thing. She is completely convinced there is an ‘evil’ house, where none can ever be…