The clock on the deteriorating wall read 9:57, but then again that clock was normally a few minutes too slow. The secretary sat in her torn up office chair and filed her nails thoughtfully, and hummed a soft tune, as she patiently waited for the next person to come into the asylum. Today there was a special appointment, Dr. Conway was coming here to see a patient who was completely out of his mind, or so the file says. This wasn’t the first time Dr. Conway came into the asylum, so the secretary was used to him being notoriously late. The room was still, and only the steady beat of the clock and the women’s humming can be heard.
The silence suddenly broke to the sound of the door squeaking open, and the crisp sound of footsteps making their way to the front desk. “Hello Dr. Conway” the secretary said with an unpleasantly happy charm. “Which room number is he?” Dr. Conway replied, making no effort to engage in small talk. “Oh come now, Dr. Conway, you can’t stay and chat for a while?” the secretary said flirtatiously. The doctor simply rolled his eyes, and gave her a blank stare. “Room number 12, right down the hall” she said with an attitude, and slammed the key to the room on the desk, along with a blue file. “Tommy will meet you down there”.
Dr. Conway started to walk down the hallway, flipping through the file, and sipping on a coffee. “Tommy Anderson to room 12, Tommy Anderson to room 12” the secretary said over the loud speaker. When Dr. Conway arrived at the room, he sat down at the chair next to the closed door, and read through the file.
Subject name: Andrew McNabb
Condition: Patient is experiencing extreme hallucinations. Andrew claims he can see demonic figures and beings, and also claims he knows them very well, even giving some of them names. He is considered to be harmless, but recent studies suggest that his mental state is ready to snap, and he can cause physical harm at any moment…
“Morning, Dr. Conway” Tommy said as he was walking up the hall. Dr. Conway looked at his watch sarcastically. “So it is” he replied with an annoyed tone. “My, my, Dr. Conway, you’re as peachy as ever” Tommy said in a joking voice. Dr. Conway let out a brief chuckle, and opened the door with the key.
Inside, was a room completely white, with a few plush chairs and a TV mounted high up on the wall. Dr. Conway dragged the chair he was just using inside the room, and Tommy closed the door behind him. In the room there was a man with a shaved head and a expressionless face. He just stared with his abnormally bright hazel eyes. “So, Andrew, how have you been since you arrived here?” the man didn’t react. “I understand you can see things, Andrew.” Dr. Conway said, jumping right into it. Andrew cocked his head, liked his lips, and drew in a faint breath. “What do you mean by, things?” Andrew responded with a surprisingly sophisticated tone. “Well, that’s what your file says. I would assume you dislike me calling your friends ‘things’?”. Andrew leaned back in his bean bag chair, and stared at the roof, whispered something faintly, than looked back at Dr. Conway.
“Yes. I do dislike it. And they’re also not my…” Andrew took a deep breath, “…friends. There were others, like you, who tried to talk to me.” Andrew said with a bored expression. “What are you talking about Andrew? Besides your initial interview, I’m the first doctor to come and see you.” Dr. Conway seemed to be pleased with himself, and began to light a cigarette. Dr. Conway inhaled a puff from it, and exhaled it through the air, creating a small cloud of smoke.
“No!” Andrew said, and jumped back from his chair. “Not that, not that, not that!” he screamed. Dr. Conway looked puzzled. “Do you not want me to smoke in here?” Dr. Conway said in a soft voice. “Not him, this one’s different! Not him! Not him!” Andrew replied. “Not who?” Dr. Conway yelled out. Andrew, on all fours, crawled into the far corner of the room, and went into the fetal position. “Not him, not him, not him, not him.” Andrew whispered. “Andrew, who are you talking about?” Andrew slowly turned around and moved his hands from his face. “You” Andrew said calmly. “What are you talking about, Andrew?” Dr. Conway said, puzzled. It was only until then that Dr. Conway had realized that the smoke from the cigarette had been lingering in the same spot as before. It started to expand, and slowly moved toward Dr. Conway. “No! Stop! Please! I beg of you!” Andrew cried out. Dr. Conway stood up out of his chair, and started backing up towards the door. “Tommy, open the door now.” There was no response. “Tommy, open the door. This is no time for games.” The smoke cloud started to cover Dr. Conway’s face, and the colour of the smoke went from grey, to black. Dr. Conway started to scream, roll around on the floor and have spasms. Dr. Conway’s body lie still, and the smoke vanished into the air, along with Dr. Conway’s corpse.
Andrew began to stand up slowly, tears dripping down his face. “That’s not fair. That’s not fair! He was different, he was different! He was going to understand, understand me, and understand us!” Andrew started to sob, and sank down to the ground once again.
All memory of Dr. Conway entering that building that day or of Dr. Conway at all was gone, and he was erased from existence.

Credit To: Anthony Volpato

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