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Psychosis
I shifted on the couch, staring down at my hooves, as Dr. Spook Soother made another long pencil note on her clipboard and coughed.
“So, just how long have you had this feeling of being pursued, pursued by shadowy beings? Can you describe them?” She didn’t meet my eyes.
“It’s been two weeks now, though I always thought things got a little weird after three months ago, when I had a spellcasting go awry.” I fidgeted some more. “I hear them more than see them. I’ll be walking down the street and sometimes I make out a thick sound on the cobblestones, a series of sharp slaps. They always set the stone to ringing as they match my preferred pace.. And their pace is a trot, but even so they get closer and closer to me somehow, though they walk in time with my steps. They don’t seem hurried. It’s as if they know—” I paused and flicked my ears back. “As if they know they have all the time they need to catch me.”
Dr. Soother made some more notes, then speaks while still reading her clipboard, not bothering with eye contact. “I see. And have you ever seen any of them?”
I thought back to the event and shuddered. “I think there was one time. I had passed a dark alley but had dropped a candy wrapper and went back to get it. I heard the noises echoing and when I looked in, I saw a vast dark shape.” I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes, as Dr. Soother waited patiently. “It was taller than any pony I’d ever seen, and it looked… wrong, radioactive, menacing. Thin spindly legs with huge knees, impossibly long snout with flared nostrils, twitching tail, like some alien creature or a throwback to prehistoryI caught my breath and hurried off .”
“Ah,” said Dr. Soother. “Did it seem… aware of you? Were its eyes full of intellect, ready to hatch some plan to capture you?”
I looked at her. “I can still feel its burning gaze on me. And it did have some cruel malevolent intelligence under those mad eyes. I fear that its traps will only become more elaborate, until eventually one of them succeeds.”
She nodded and scribbled some more. “Distressing. But do you ever feel that they have already closed in on you, and effectively encircled you, so that now you have no chance to escape?” She stood and approached my couch, looming over me, her hooves clapping notes of deep doom. “That they might have… just won?
My eyes rolled white in fear. I leaped from the couch and dashed for the window, but they had me now and they restrained me with huge keratinous hooves lined with horseshoes of stinking metal.
They placed a saddle on my back and a bit in my mouth, and I tried to scream for help, but I neighed. I could only neigh.
“So, just how long have you had this feeling of being pursued, pursued by shadowy beings? Can you describe them?” She didn’t meet my eyes.
“It’s been two weeks now, though I always thought things got a little weird after three months ago, when I had a spellcasting go awry.” I fidgeted some more. “I hear them more than see them. I’ll be walking down the street and sometimes I make out a thick sound on the cobblestones, a series of sharp slaps. They always set the stone to ringing as they match my preferred pace.. And their pace is a trot, but even so they get closer and closer to me somehow, though they walk in time with my steps. They don’t seem hurried. It’s as if they know—” I paused and flicked my ears back. “As if they know they have all the time they need to catch me.”
Dr. Soother made some more notes, then speaks while still reading her clipboard, not bothering with eye contact. “I see. And have you ever seen any of them?”
I thought back to the event and shuddered. “I think there was one time. I had passed a dark alley but had dropped a candy wrapper and went back to get it. I heard the noises echoing and when I looked in, I saw a vast dark shape.” I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes, as Dr. Soother waited patiently. “It was taller than any pony I’d ever seen, and it looked… wrong, radioactive, menacing. Thin spindly legs with huge knees, impossibly long snout with flared nostrils, twitching tail, like some alien creature or a throwback to prehistoryI caught my breath and hurried off .”
“Ah,” said Dr. Soother. “Did it seem… aware of you? Were its eyes full of intellect, ready to hatch some plan to capture you?”
I looked at her. “I can still feel its burning gaze on me. And it did have some cruel malevolent intelligence under those mad eyes. I fear that its traps will only become more elaborate, until eventually one of them succeeds.”
She nodded and scribbled some more. “Distressing. But do you ever feel that they have already closed in on you, and effectively encircled you, so that now you have no chance to escape?” She stood and approached my couch, looming over me, her hooves clapping notes of deep doom. “That they might have… just won?
My eyes rolled white in fear. I leaped from the couch and dashed for the window, but they had me now and they restrained me with huge keratinous hooves lined with horseshoes of stinking metal.
They placed a saddle on my back and a bit in my mouth, and I tried to scream for help, but I neighed. I could only neigh.
