The truth about him

I will not bore you with details yet I will be blunt. I know you think I’m crazy.
But I will tell the tale and you will listen. Okay, here’s the thing, this is how it all happened.
I had come from the bathroom, my butt feeling mighty sore as the toilet paper seemed a bit rough for some odd reason. The night I had about a month ago was a bleak and unsettled hour of darkness. I moved from the restroom to my bedroom.
I laid on my bed in my old cabin in the woods. My bed was oddly wet. I was almost half asleep when I got a terrible feeling.
The lights were off. I rested in the bed but I had a feeling somebody was in the room with me. Someone was watching me. There was a terrible smell within the room. I felt a cold chill, nervous and upset. I had to do something... I had to make a quick decision. Should I flee? What if he had a gun? I didn't know what to do. I gasped, ready to scream. Just when I was about to let out a shout, I realized that a hand was over my face. The appendage was cold as well as clammy.
I threw off my covers and flung them over the shadowy figure holding my mouth. The man became aggressive as he threw down the blanket and grabbed my throat with his massive arm. I elbowed him, but it only made him even more aggressive. Just as I was about to give up, I spotted a small gleam of light.
It was a strange light. Again I could barely see. The rain had created a dark curtain which enveloped all the windows of the cabin. I stretched out my legs as I was starting to lose sight. As I closed my eyes, I thought about falling asleep. That bed would have felt so good but there was no chance of a good night’s rest, just a long siesta. I and my body finally gave into blackness.

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When I awoke, I found myself lying on a cold, wooden floor. I was groggy; the room was dark and still seemed like my old cabin. The sound of running water was nearby. I stretched my arms out in front of me and began to walk forward, feeling for a wall or a door. Afraid, I ran and in doing so right into…

Right into a tree? I followed the moonlight, In case I might find my bearings. As I felt blades of grass running along my toes, I began to notice a faint noise. It sounded like a baby crying and it seemed to be coming from the running water, I saw a lake nearby. Backing away, I slipped and fell as the noise continued to reverberate through the dark, cold room... What? I wasn’t outside. Dim light filtered into the area. A shadowy figure stood, outlined by the brightness. I tried to get a look at the person's face, but I couldn't see who it was. It seemed he was holding a spider in one hand. I had realized I never had my arms stretched out to begin with but I was in a strait jacket. The walls and floors were not wood or tree but as soft and bouncy as cushions. The shadowy figure came forward and in his hand was not a spider but pills. "Joshua. Why did you run away again?" "Run away?" I asked angrily. "You kidnapped me from my cabin!" "No. That is not the case. You have escaped the state mental hospital I don't know how many times." "And why was I seeing a spider in your hand? Why was there a baby crying and what is that terrible smell." The man in the white outfit looked at me for a moment and said. "You must be referring to your baby you killed. You thought it was exploding from the inside out with spiders so you threw the poor thing out in a nearby lake Right by your burnt down cabin. We found you in a bed of leaves. As for the smell, probably when you had nothing else to wipe your butt with but a piece of tree bark."