Delusions Part 4

I was really screwed up now. Everywhere I looked, there where psychadelic colours and strange shapes all over.

The strange world had invaded my home!

I panicked, and started hyperventillating. The psychiatrist, who now had huge bulging eyes and a beak instead of a nose, put a comforting arm around me. She started speaking in a strange language that I didn't catch a word of.

I started screaming.

The psychiatrist was shouting nonsense to my mother, who had now sprouted a big lizard's tail and fangs. My sister's voice rolled into my ears, low and deep.

I shook off the mutated psychiatrist and ran up to my room. Ah, good! There was the familiar door! I ran inside, finally somewhere solid and maybe not-so-safe.

Inside, there was the tea-party as usual. But this time everyone was wearing formal wear. A quick look down confirmed that I was too.

My usual seat was taken by... Dad? But... but he's dead! I watched him die!

The host nodded towards Dad. With a deranged grin, he pulled a huge cleaver out from behind his back, and started coming at me with it.

I ran. There was nothing else to do at this point. I screamed.

Finally he caught up with me.

Snap!

Elsewhere, there is a young teenager lying on their sofa in the living room who would never, ever wake up.