"I know what's weighing you down", said the man in the white suit.
"it's the straight jacket that society has put me in" said I?
"no its the straight jacket I've put you in" said the man in the white suit this time with a grin.
"but if I'll you the truth, it's you who's got it figured out" said the man in the white suit.
"what do you mean" said I?
"well..." said the man in the white suit, the grin on his face getting larger. "the creatures you see are real, the demons that haunt you are real. I want you know that I put them there, I want you to know that it's this that causes it." said the man in the white suit, waving a packet which reads 'Nodoxtredine, medicine for clinically insane'.
"you mean you're the one who caused this?" I say? Before I start panicking and screaming.
"he's doing it again" says the man in the white suit. Then he the presses the button and walks out of the door. "we'll have to increase his dose, he doesn't seem to be responding to the medication" says the man in the white suit.
And then the demons come.