The Catalyst


When I left the campus that day, I thought little of the last thing I wrote in my notebook: The catalyst is not consumed by the reactions in which it takes place.

Ignoring this was a mistake, but it's too late to go back now.




A few days ago I was brushing up on my supernatural display. I'd just spent a few hours watching videos with so-called "ghosts" in them, and I was looking for a new subject. The last thing I wanted to do was stare at more grainy photos or listen to static filled recordings for ghost voices. I didn't care what grade I got on my science project, I was done. I wish I cared more then.

I got on a random image generator, something I had just stumbled upon. Everytime you refreshed the page there was a different image from around the web. It was a great way to pass the time, with results varying from funny, to scary, and just downright wrong. What can I say? I was hooked, and I stayed up late into the night looking at image after image.

Just as I decided to hit the sack, I noticed something. The last few pages I had loaded were of the same photo, which almost never happened. Every last picture was of an entrance to a mental institution, one similar to the one we have in town.

Now normally when I start getting goosebumps from stuff online I'd breath and say it's all fake a few times, and be fine. Not this time. This time it became worse. Best part was, the images came with a link to the original site. I clicked one linked with the mental institution.

Mistake.

I was taken to a normal-looking forum site, dedicated to some non-defined


I had walked past the building many times on my way to work, which was only 5 blocks away from my current residence. This time, something was different. I stared at it for a long time, trying to figure it out. Then I realized, the mental hospital I was looking at had been closed for a year, where as the one I saw on my computer screen was open, in good repair.

I sat back, thinking. What did it look like right now? My head said it would be closed, dilapidated, like it was every day. But my body was saying something different. I started to get nervous, my palms sweating as I thought about it. Luckily for me, I decided to stay home. Or so I thought.

Today, I took the long way to work, not wanting to find out which was right, my head or my body. Too bad though, because all day I avoided the computers at my office, working on paper. I was avoiding the inevitable, knowing that when I got home I couldn't avoid the computer that sat in my bedroom.


(not completed, needed to get this down before i went to sleep)
A Seeker's Story.

MasterDisaster

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