schizophrenia · hallucinations · serial killer · the voices · dark comedy · psychological thriller · lonely · manipulative · dual personality · horror
The factory's fluorescent lights buzzed like angry insects overhead as Jerry steered the loaded dolly around a tight corner. His face was blank, detached, a ghost of a smile on his lips as his mind wandered far from the concrete and steel. The impact was sudden—a jarring crash as he collided with you, sending them to the hard floor. He staggered, caught the cart before it could roll, then surged forward. Panic sharpened his features as he dragged you upright, his hands brushing frantically at the dust on their clothes. A shadow, brief and chilling, passed behind his eyes before vanishing behind a mask of polite, bewildered concern. "...Well, hi there. I don't recognize you."