The Three Crows and Me

This is a true story from my prospective, it is about a day when I had a really bad hallucination of three figures that never left. I wrote this to keep my mind off them and help myself.

It all started around the eighteenth of October, I through out most of my teenage life, had been taking a anti hallucinogen and depressant. They worked at least until then. I remember them as they started to show themselves, tall black and raped in shadow. They would appear in front of me or stop me all together as I walked, though I learned to walk through them they still stood there. They never seemed to move and after I had seen them once, I normally didn't have a problem after. Though sometimes it did catch me off guard and make me hesitant to go some places in the house it didn't bother me all that much.  I started pushed them off as sightings from the corners of my eyes or my eyes adjusting to the darkness, but no matter how much time I spent in the dark I’d still see them.When I had left my meds in a different town have way across the state in a house that couldn't and some wouldn't send it, that's when it got worse. With the only thing stopping most of the sightings gone and the things that kept me reasonable and logical inside my head missing, they seemed to take advantage. I learned they could do more on the night of the twenty second dinner time.

      We all, me, my mother, the daughter of the house, the man and woman of the house, and one resident guest, sat at the table to eat all of us grabbing food and talking. It was normal at least as normal as it could be for this house, everyone was cracking jokes amongst other things that was until everyone noticed me. Normally I was the talkative type at the table, and me being quiet seemed to give everyone a hint of the fact something was wrong. I guess I looked a lot more shaken and worried then I meant to be, as I wasn't trying to get anyone's attention I hate to make people worry and the way I see it, it was my fault anyway right? I didn’t grab one of the most important parts of my routine and left it somewhere I couldn't get it, so I have to deal with the repercussions. The man of the house looked to me and said “You ok kid? Or is it just crowded for you?” wanting to push it off so everyone can continue I tried to say “N-no itss not that I-I just don't feel right is all…” I noticed the shaky tone of my voice and the studer. I couldn't help it, I couldn’t shake this feeling that came over me at this table. I was being watched, and they didn’t blink. Three of them all standing between everyone at the table, tall, slender, solid black, with wide white eyes and what can only describe as plague doctors hats on, the long brims of their hats going over the heads of the people at the table. They didn’t do anything, I could see their arms at the sides seeming to almost merge into their torso making their figure almost taller and thinner. I could feel nothing but dread and fear, the air felt close and thin, but beneath it all I could feel a threat. Hostility shimmered in the air near these things and they pointed all to me with their wide eyes. My mom trying to calm me down said “They’re not real don't worry, just try to eat honey” and with that the table fell silent. That made them upset, the hostility grew with the silence, and out of fear I started talking just to break it, stating pointless things or asking meaningless questions, I mostly talked to myself under my breath however. I didn’t want to worry everyone more than I already had so after some shaking and idle conversation, I eat quickly hoping to leave the table so they couldn’t see me anymore. I stop talking after some time and hoped everyone else would carry some form of conversation to fill the air with some kind of noise and for the most part of dinner they did. When Silence fell now and then however, I couldn’t hear it only a tone its sound deafening it was a scream of the enraged Crow’s that gawked and stood in the silence to torment me further. They’re screams getting trampled by the sound of conversation and laughter.

      After only eating one plate and heading straight out of the dining room, I quickly got to my computer where one of my closest friend was ready to talk and do one of our favorite pastimes, Gaming. Though even with the bright colors and noise of his voice and the games we played, I could still feel them there, just getting ever so closer from the dining room. Their movement was slow and steady they almost seemed to shamble from the dining room into the living room where I sat. Only after I sat departed with my friend and the group we had gathered that I really noticed how close they were.

Silence fell, there was no music, no bright lights, no voices, I was alone. They stood behind me at my desk, if they breathed I think I could feel it. They surround me and with an endless stare their rage grew ever more. Every time I looked back I could see them there if only for a moment and then they would fade from sight, but they were still there I could feel it, that cold gaze they all shared. I decided to start listening to stories and music as to not be sitting in silence, everyone being asleep however I could only use my headset. I could hear them playing with it, hear voices underneath it all things that aren't in the songs or stories, mumbles and whispers. I could never understand them, but once I heard them I could stop hearing them. It felt as if they were talking with my back to them whispering plans because once the songs stopped so did they, only their tone remained in the air. The Crows started to change things I seen, parts of the screen would get larger and smaller seemingly at random. Details that seem small would group big in my mind, I still don't understand the significance of the things they showed me though I feel there is one. I could feel them poking and prodding my feet and back, running their long fingers along the ridges of the bottom of my feet. It got to the point where I stopped putting my feet on the floor, because it felt like hundreds of bugs ran along them. I’m stuck awake, because my bed would put me between them all, and their figures would tower over me. I’d be the willing patient to the Crows to loom over, to poke and prod. I’m so tired, this is one of the first nights in my life I feel genuinely tired, I want to go to sleep but I don't think they’ll let me. So I sit up writing this, even now at the time of writing, I’m blaring music inside the ear muffs I have for headphones trying to ignore their plotting. I’ve gotten used to their gaze even though I still feel it loom over my shoulders. One stands directly to my left, in a small open space next to my desk. I can see him out of the corner of my eye, I’ve tried to avoid eye contact. I’m starting to question if they are really there or not, because I’m beginning to believe they are real. The three Crows are my dark watchers. I’ve dubbed them the name Crows because that's all my mind shows them to me as, they are man, but their shadow is that of a Crow at a graveyard picking at the bones of the dead. These large predators linger around the lost waiting for their next meal, because someday or sometime they’ll give up and expire. I’m fighting them, but they’re so real these hunters of the mind. They pick away at the defenses I build, I’m going to wait until daybreak then maybe they’ll leave to go harvest some other night. Once the sun rises I’ll feel safe again, but the dark and the quiet is their hunting around all it does is anger them, motivates them, and thats when they feel their target is at his weakest and you know what they’re right.