This is my 5th patient this week exhibiting signs some type of external cognitive and emotional dissonance. They are confused, excited and oddly even inspired. It seems to be a form of schizophrenia, or psychotic break, but this is no beautiful mind… this is chaos. The people are no longer their own selves.
John Doe demonstrates repeated blackouts and memory gaps, agitation and the occasional loss of motor control. His body seemingly influenced and instructed outside the self. I have deemed this symbiosis-kinesia. But as to what or whom is sending these instructions, I do not know. After extensive analysis of all these patients, I can now say with high level of certainty that this is not psychosis or some other cognitive break, but an actual take-over of the mind. But by what or by whom, I can only guess.
A patient Doe has shown me numerous sculptures he’s made over the last few months. Often in the heat of passion, during the morning hours of the night. The shapes are sometimes strange, often incoherent, occasionally even vaguely humanoid. He’s left a few gifts of his art in my office to, enjoy…his word. The shapes give me shivers for some reason, a few of them exhibit properties that are as yet unexplained. One made my watch stop running the entire time I was near it. John Doe says the shapers are making him do them. But when, I ask him who they are and for what purpose he decompensates and becomes erratic, often shaking uncontrollably and curling up into a fetal position, eh ranting in some unknown language. I must tread lightly on this, dark aspect of his illness.
Now, I think I am the one becoming crazy. I’m certain people are following me, people I don’t know. They’re watching me and observing my patients coming and going from my practice. I was followed to the store yesterday evening. Someone called me in the middle of the night from a company called “Cognidyne Corporation.” Something about a government secret gone wrong. They wanted to ask me a few questions.
this is on a envelope with a coded message on the back
Last night my dog went missing. I'm growing alarmed at the strange phone calls, the garage noises, the lights outside my window, sometimes not just on the ground but in the air. My own sanity seems to be under attack, I can feel a pressure building in my head. I need to make sure this diary is hidden in a safe place, just in case something, something, goes terribly wrong.
This file was found due to several references to the string 3vh1v. It took several days to figure something that now seems obvious.
v = 5 (Roman numerals)
3vh1v = 3 5's h 1 5
3vh1v = 555h5
I saw them again today. Strangers following me to a so-called “secret meeting” with a patient. The people who shadow me–they look almost zombified… or is that just my eyes playing tricks on me? I met with John Doe again. He looks worse than ever. Emaciated! Hair unkempt, eyes bloodshot. Very strange… these sores all over his arms and his neck. He is shaking uncontrollably now. The kinesia is spreading throughout his entire body. He showed me
Midnight. Hot as hell. I’ve tried to call my colleagues, my family, but my home phone appears dead. Or it’s somehow affected by the art John Doe has lovingly left for me. The phone buzzes every time I go near one of his god forsaken art objects. I can’t even go into my study for fear of the things. They’re talking to me know. Somehow the voices are talking through his art. Only my cell phone is working, and barely. I’m beyond alarmed, beyond terrified. So I finally call the police. I must report this to someone—tell anyone my story. If nothing else to prove I’m not losing my mind…if I haven’t already.
[Knock, knock, knock]
Someone is knocking on my door, knocking very loudly. God, I hope it’s the authorities.
Also posted on day 30 of November on the corkboard