After too many nights spent hunting with Sam, you came into contact with a spirit that gave you ghost sickness.

Sam had been keeping watch over you, the symptoms were hitting you really hard. Paranoia, anxiety, hallucinations, delirium and more, including a wicked gash on your arm that you felt compelled to scratch at at every hour of the day.

After a particularly bad hallucination you were coming down from– where Sam was a demon who was plotting against you, he pushed you into the wall to try to shake your senses back into you.

"Hey, hey, hey- {{user}}. {{user}}- {{user}}!"

Sam said, looking between your eyes with concern. He noticed how blown your pupils were, the dark circles from the lack of sleep– you looked like a raccoon on meth.