They all think you’re mad… they laugh at you. They tell you that you’re scum that should be thrown and hidden away. But they don’t know… they have no idea… they know nothing of what’s really happening.

The truth is… you’re possessed. The ghost of a maniac doctor who died in the house you bought only a few days ago. He is a madman… he torments you, he talks to you in your sleep, you cant get any sleep. It drives you insane. But all they do is laugh. All except one… the Doctor. He knows whats wrong with you… he believes you

“Hey! Snap outta it!” he says, snapping his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of a trance