I visited my friend who lived in a bungalow on the edge of the town. I showed up
in a psychiatric hospital gown, and I was very confused why I was wearing that,
but I just pushed away the thought. As I reached the door, it creaked open by
itself. Curiosity got the best of me, and I went inside the house to find out. The
lights were mostly off, and I didn't find anyone. Suddenly, I heard my friend
screaming my name. I followed my friend’s voice quickly, and it led me to a room.
As I entered the room, the door shut behind me. The room was empty, and I was
stuck inside. A chill went down my spine as I felt a hot breath over my shoulder. I
froze with fear and turned around, shaking. I then saw my friend’s dead body
covered in wax, someone must’ve tried to turn her into wax. Her body was almost
completely decayed; she must’ve been there for a long time… Suddenly, I woke
up, sweating and hyperventilating. I felt so nervous from my dream, and I quickly
called my friend, but no one answered. I decided to go to her house. As I headed
out of my house, I was confronted by many psychiatrists. There, I saw my car
booth open, and inside lay my friend’s dead body. And next to it lay a bucket of
melted wax. The psychiatrists then told me that I had escaped from the hospital
and didn't take my pills, causing me to do such a thing. I was then forced to stay
in the psychiatric hospital for the rest of my life. I got depressed there, and the
thought always came to me, “Maybe it's better if I join my friend who doesn't need
to worry about doctors, pills, or guilt”.