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mindscape (folie à deux)

I love to help people,

I love to make people happy,

I love to make them feel better,

I love to see people smile.

Since I was a young girl, I wanted my career to have something to do with that.

I didn't care what job it would be, I just wanted to help people.

And that's what I did, I made it my job.

I am working as a psychiatric nurse.

These people went help, too. Nobody should be ignored or not included.

The people here have a bipolar disorder, a post-traumatic stress disorder, Schizophrenia, eating disorders, and many more.

These people need the help,

They need my help.

I have already worked in the same psychiatric hospital for over seven years, and there had never been a not solvable problem.

I always came there with a smile, and sometimes, the patients smiled back.

It was like a highlight for me,

Their smile was the most gorgeous thing to exist.

In all these seven years, I have got to know a lot.

Not just about the job but also about the patients.

They tell me about their past,

About their family,

About their problems.

I have heard a lot.

I mostly work with patients who have Schizophrenia.

It is really not an easy job. It's hard and stressful. It burned me out multiple times, and still, I love this job.

But I have noticed something,

I sometimes hear some sounds from the attic. It doesn't sound like some rats.

I went on it multiple times, laid some traps, called the pest exterminator, and nothing worked.

I always head it in the night, sometimes in the day, too.

But that was just the beginning.

It got louder.

One time, in the night, I went into the hallway, checking if everybody was in their rooms, and there was someone.

They were far, I couldn't see them right, normally, the lights on the hallway go on, when something was moving, but they weren't on where the strange person stood.

"Hello? Sir or Ma'am, are you okay? Please come forward to me" I said to them.

They didn't move at first, but then, they walked backwards and turned around a corner.

I walked after them, but nobody was behind the corner.

I checked all the rooms, everybody was in their room, most of them sleeping.

One patient said they saw the figure, too. They often stood in the doorframe.

Who would state at a patient and then go away?

Nobody would.

I struggled it off, but the next day, I told my boss about it.

Everything went back to normal, or, at least, the strange person didn't appear again, but the noises went on.