Fear.  That strange feeling.  How else can it be described?  Paranoia.
Fear and paranoia combine within me.  Struggling for control of my mind.  I
don't know how much longer I can hold out.  I've lost contact with
everything.  My feelings, my mind, my thoughts, all numbed by this constant
fear.
    "WHY WON'T THEY LEAVE ME ALONE!  I JUST WANT PEACE!"
    I realize that they won't leave me.  I will not have peace.  They are
coming, I can sense it.  Along with the fear comes extraordinary senses.  I
can hear them, even though they are far, far away.  I can smell their foul
stench, reeking of blood and rot.  I can see them, shadows on the horizon.
    "Oh God they're coming for me!  Leave me be!"
    I start to think it's just in my head.  That's what the doctors say.  All
in my head.  But they can't see them!  They don't feal the fear!  Always,
fear!
    Now I see them.  They are finally here.  Demons, foul evil creatures,
reaching for my soul.  They are almost upon me!  Why won't the doctors believe
me?!  Can't they see them?!  THEY ARE HERE!!

    From outside cell 21A-TT, the warden stares, shaking his head.  Inside,
the patient writhes in agony and fear, crying out in pain.  But there is no
one else; he is alone.
    "OH GOD HELP ME!"  he screames.
    "Crazy sons-a-bitch," the warden says, shaking his head.  "To think that a
man could lose so much, just to fear.  To lose his life and soul to his own
Psychosis."

Creeping Death [CHAOS CT] '93