Thread:Gen. Grievous1138/@comment-4612973-20150513174026/@comment-4612973-20150514004518

Oh, yeah? I went to a school that was in a newly built and still-off-gassing building. The fumes caused hallucinations, which were even worse for me than for others because I had non-diabetic hypoglycemia back then (though I'm cured now, thankfully). My blood sugar became even lower when one of my teachers started throwing my lunches in the garbage in order to force a confession out of me (for what I still don't know).

The fumes made me see things, but not as they really were; the birds that nested in the rafters constantly flew about the place, yet they appeared to me as fluttering shadow-creatures. Once I thought everyone in the school were dressed in dog costumes like Wilfred, and they all thought I was mental. Some of the other students would morph into orcs before my eyes, and saw the teachers breathing fire. Each night I would drift in and out of the most awful of night terrors, only to suffer them in their entirety (including any monsters my mind could make me perceive) the following day.