update #14

After Abby death, I realized there's no way to fight these monsters. They are the puppet master and humanity is their puppets. They are ancient, but new. When they have manipulated our history for their whims. Why do they need us? Why did we watched that show? If I never watched the show, would I be a happy man with my wife and daughter? The more I research, the more different monster are. Legion and the faceless thing are one of those, but they are so many different cases.

The grinning man, while human is described as a monster. Always laughing, never blinking. Has never been caught. It sad. He has reported kills of 12 people, no discrimination of race, age or even wealth. There's also the fable Seed Eater from a small town, a thing that has been there for centuries that returns every so season, to kill, to breed.  The word Zalgo is related to a cult, to summon the one behind the veil. Crazy lunatics that wants the world to burn, so it could flourish again. Secret organization, that becomes fables like SCP. A word that sometimes pops up during bizarre cases and conspiracy theories. One conspiracy theory that I found was, the Russian experiment to capture some energy source or the continuation of those same experiment with the American during the Cold War.This world is full of crap, I'm just an ex-soldier.

I feel privileged to be involve in that world, to realized that us human are nothing but playthings to them. Sending me messages in binary or in different languages just to fuel my insanity. My depression, but this is my resolve. I will save whatever it's left of my daughter, I know now, that she isn't completely mine. She must have been tortured, mutilated and raped by super duper slender thing.  I prefer her to rest in peace than to be a ploy in their schemes.

Journey

As I mentioned before I was missing a week. No, it wasn't that I didn't remember what happened. I was teleported. It felt that my entire being was rip apart. I felt my mind going haywire, revisiting past experiences, future endeavors and my present circumstance. Seeing the what-if, the have-nots and each of their consequences. All in a span of a second. It was awful, but enlightening. Is that what they see everyday? I feel sorry for them.

Let me backtrack, how I landed into that predicament.I went to meet with her, my contact. I didn't know what to expect, since I didn't expect her to contact me because of last time. Regardless, which the new knowledge of my daughter's existence, I would do whatever I can to rescue her. So I meet with her in a cafe, near her home. The cafe was empty, we were the only customers.

I told her, in person this time, how sorry I was, for last time. She didn't respond. Actually, she looked under the weather. I told her about my daughter and about my blog. She didn't respond to any of it. No even a reaction. This is when I realize something was wrong. She looked too loopy, as if she was sleep-walking. I tried to snap her out of it. Then, I remember my sessions with Brandon Morris.

How it felt like a haze. A walking, living dream. I got the goosebumps, I realizes what was going on. She screamed, she hold my hand tight and said crying "I'm sorry. I can't controlled myself. This.." Then I heard that familiar smug voice, that voice that had hunted me all my life.

"Don't spoil the fun, Abby. We tried to muster your stretgh for today. Oh, well."

I was looking around to find the source of the voice. I couldn't find it, I tried to get up, but Abby (my contact) was holding me down. I could see from her face, she was trying to fight her actions.

"Leaving so soon. I wanted for you to make-up. Sheesh, louis. Fine."

He appeared in a blink of an eye. He sat beside us. I said, "Dante." He looked at me confused, as if I was wrong. He then started laughing and he said, "You have meet him. Hmmm, interesting. You are advancing quite well in the pregame."

I asked, "Are you him?" He responded, "No. We are Legion." He was avoiding the question. I asked again. As if something snap from him, "Dante and myself are not one and the same. At least, not this far back." I was confused, but I decided to ask him about my daughter. I saw a glimpse of humanity.
I asked, "Where's my daughter?"  He gave me a condescending smile.

He said, "She is fine. She having a hell of time. Playing, happy. You know, all that kid stuff."

I asked again, deep down I was scared shitless, but I needed to know. "Where's my daughter?"

"You shouldn't be worried about her, as much that you should be worried about yourself. Father of the decade."

He was making fun of me. I angrily asked, "Where's she?"

"Aw, great. Thick-headed. Fine. We set up this meeting, to talked about your purpose. But you do need a little leeway. "

I didn't know what he meant by that. I screamed, "I don't give a rat's ass about your stupid interpretation of my purpose. Just give me back my daughter."

"Selfish. You don't care, what happens to Abby here. You should stop being a child or a rat, screaming went they are corner. Today, you will see your daughter and see your infinite choices."

He stood up and slowly smile. I remember it was daylight, but it got dark, all of a sudden.

"Tik-tok" Multiple voice said. I was able to stand up, but I didn't wanted to leave Abby in that comatose state. So I carried her, thru the path in the woods. Hearing the trees whistle, the waves breaking and that children's laughter, I was there. I walked for about, I figured an hour in those dark, endless woods. Until I saw the only source of light. A tree, a normal tree. Nothing special about it. It was just a tree. A tree with a swing. A figure playing with it.

I couldn't believe it. It was my daughter, Clara. She was happy. I was shocked, but I knew where I was. I knew there was a catch. I walked slowly towards her, carrying Abby with me. I never felt so close to her, my Clara, I don't know since when. Finally, reach her. I started to cry. She looked at me.

She said "Daddy." Those words pierce thru me, I wanted to hug her. But I couldn't, why can't I touch my daughter. She is inches away from me. I could smell her, how close I was.

Then a voice spoke, "You need to tell him." It wasn't a voice I recognize instantly, it took me a while. I remember that drunken night, it was the same voice from the TV. Doctor M. Tell who.

"Daddy, our playtime is over."

No, I thought to myself. So soon.

"Nana said I need to go. They want to talk to you."

I was forcing myself to hug her, I couldn't. She walked thru the darkness. Disappearing again from me. I heard footsteps. I knew that I wouldn't like what was walking towards me.

"It didn't occur to you, to let her behind to be able to touch your daughter." A female voice spoke

"He does have some heroic bouts, here and there. Military man." A male voice spoke.

"Too bad, he seems like fun." A girl said.

"He is weak, pathetic loser in the end." A boy said.

"HE IS TAINTED, HE COULD NEVER BE BETTER THAN AN ANT." A old man voice shouted.

"Don't be like that to him. He isn't well." An old lady sweetly said.

"Shut up. We are one. We know what he and Abby are." A British man said.

"They are guinea pigs, without realizing it."  Clara said.

It was my daughter's voice, in that jabble. Was I going insane? This couldn't be real, why would they exist? I don't daughter, do I. Why? Who are we? My mind was racing.

"It's time to show the filth, what we see in him." D said.

Then a flash of light, I barely saw a figure resembling my imaginary friend, for a split second. I felt broken into pieces. My soul crumbling apart. All the evil in me, all the good in me. My hope and my hopelessness fighting to consume the whole. I felt everything single organ in my body. It was pleasant and hurtful, constantly changing from one and the other. Everything happening was like a second, but it felt like an eternity.

I opened my eyes, I was in my bed. I looked around and I saw Abby right next to me. I was sweating, I turn the light on. I saw a note. It said "Tell him".  It was everywhere in that piece of paper. After that, I realized the date. That "journey" was a week, but it felt like hours. Abby hasn't woke up yet. Hopefully, her mind is coming back.

I don't know what to do except play into their hands. What does "Tell him" mean? To who and what should I tell to this mysterious person. I'm getting sick and tired of cryptic nonsense. I feel broken, but life goes on.

Some Information about her Existence

I have found some of Clara's school information, in a box in my basement. Why I never care to look in that box, I would never know. Is like I remember its existence. What Legion gain for me forgetting my own daughter? The information says that I was married, which I don't remember at all. Why would they, no point in asking again. If they would answer me anyway. Maybe is some grand master plan to fuck with me. Hell, even this "new" information about my daughters and being married could just be a fabrication of some macabre plan, they have for me. Why I'm important to them? All the knowledge I know of them is that they are timeless. In other words, they are old as time itself. They may have different names, other than Legion. If I take their words to heart, they not only exist in this dimension.

A man fighting, I don't known what else to call them, other than  elder gods, where did I hear that before. Oh, yes. Fucking H.P. Lovecraft. Fucking dick, he should had become the next L. Ron Hubbard and make his works as a bible. A faceless abomination that make people go insane by targeting memories. That's original. Well, at least I'm not in a foreign town or in a boat in the middle of the ocean fighting a cult and then seeing the big green octopus looking thing. Where does Candle Cove fit into all of this? Is like a fishing bait, they called me butterfly net. I don't what it means. Plus, fuck the assholes who made that decision. Let's transformed innocent kids into a magnet for the devil. Wait, the devil have more class that this fuckers. So I will called them scum of the multiverse.

She haven't contact me back since the last time. Maybe, she is hesitant since for what happened last time. I will go to Clara's school to find more about my daughter and myself. Work has been shitload, so hopefully I would do it around Friday.

PS. I reminder to the assholes who created Candle Cove, when I find who created it. I will move heaven and earth just to break each of your jaws.

Meeting

Poor woman, all that grief they have cause her. I thought I was the worse of them all. I met her in a cafe, I figured a crowded and public place would be safer.  I only waited for about five minutes before she showed up. I'm guessing she was waiting for me and was checking the area, if it was safe.

  She wasn't dress up, no make-up, her hair was unkempt, but she was still attractive. She seem paranoid and erratic. She checked her surroundings every second, never making eye contact with me. Can I blame her? Everything I have experiences, I should be more paranoid. Well, I think I'm used to the battlefield. Regardless of the weapons of choice, this is war. I'm looking at one of the soldiers of my side.

After she felt safe, wrong choice of words. When she felt prepared for an exit strategy, she asked me, if we had met before? I thought for a second, all my decades of life, thinking all those faces I had seen in my entire life. I couldn't picture her face, but I felt familiar. I responded, no. She looked disappointed. She said, "Are you sure?" I nodded. In my heart of hearts, I wasn't. I just didn't want, actually I didn't know why I did that.

I asked, "How or why did you contact me? Why risk it?"I know, strong words from a desperate man. She replied, "I felt lonely." I was taken back. She continued, " I had this feeling, that I needed to meet you. You can call it false hope, but... I don't know. We need to fight them, you have experience what they could do. You wrote it. " I was amused, I finally met someone that knows about the blog.

She continued, "I can trust you. You are the same as me, we are rejects." I was confused by that, a reject. Why? I asked her to elaborated, she answer. "You don't know. We, as you called us, the children of the cove. They find us disgusting, they want us out." I was thinking, I find that hilarious. They find us disgusting, ha. Faceless freak of nature, yeah, real attractive.  I said, "disgusting? They are disgusted by us. HAHAHAA, so why don't they just kill us? They clearly don't want us around."

"They could, yes. But they valued life, they know each of us have a purpose to fulfill. They can't finish us off until that it's settled."  "So, they don't like to waste anything. That's great. They are hoarders, hahahaha." "That's not funny." I asked, "It's not that. Is just, how do you know this?"

She was eerily quiet. I asked again, "How do you know this?" She stared at me, for the first time in our conversation. "They or rather he told me." "Who? Tell me." "You know who." "D?"
"Who's D?" "One of them, he looks either Latino or middle eastern or European, Idon't know, he is like 5'11 or something, unkempt long hair and he looks young." "Oh, him. No, it wasn't him. It was something worse."

"Who then?"

"The doctor."

"Doctor M?"

"Yes."

"That can't be. How can he be worse than Legion?"  She answered, "Intuition. I always feel more uncomfortable meeting with him than Legion and the Thin, Faceless abomination." I asked, "Why?" "Because he knows too much." "He is human." "Precisely, my point. Legion, no mater how monstrous their actions seem, at least they don't want anything else other than us. The doctor could have a secret agenda. I thought since you mention meeting him, you feel the same way."

"You are jumping to conclusions. I came here. Not for the doctor, but to find a way to stop Legion." She answered, "They know the outcome. They have seen our ends and our beginnings, they erased our precious moments. They want to erase us." "How's that worse than the doctor?" "It's clear what they want,  but they are capitalizing on our defunct state. Regardless, we still fit a puzzle that must be completed. Before you asked, I was the one that figured it out. Adding one and one together. Candle Cove, it's nothing but poison and we are already in our lethal dosage."

She looked around and becomes shocked at something. Her phone vibrates, clearly a text message. She looked pale. I asked, "What's wrong?" She answer, " I must go. Don't worry, we will meet again. " She left. I looked behind me, I saw a dark silhouette walking towards the bathrooms. I started to hear children laughter. I was thinking, no. Please, not again. I started to sweat, I was thinking. Is this meant for me or for her? She left in a hurried after that text.

 I muster my strength and bolted out of there. I took a cab back to my place, I was sweating all over. I locked myself in. Now, I realized that I forgot to asked her about her dreams and those beats. Oh, well. Hopefully, there's a next time. We are disgusting to them. That's the most hilarious statement I ever heard and I'm poisoned. HAHAHAHAHAHHha.

How? Why?  I must relax, must maintained composure. Not lose my cool.  Hopefully, I don't dream about that girl again. That would complete my circle of failure. HAhHAHHAHa, see what I did there/ It's a reference. Okay, okay. Relax. Alright, I'm cool.

Nature

Nature is truly the most destructive force out there. No matter how we have advanced in technology, nature will always find a way. The hurricane or super storm  got me thinking these past couple of days. Maybe Legion and my imaginary friend are forces of nature. They appeared and death follows. No feasible way to stop them. I believe I'm not the only one in this struggle against them. I also believe they have been doing this since the dawn of time or close to it. That last statement is just speculation, but their nature. It seems quite old. How can they live so long?

My meetings with them have most of the time been in woods or the cove. Hmm, Candle Cove is about finding the treasure of the cove. The show in itself, is not paranormal. Let me rephrase that. It was created by man, not by any monsters or abominations. But both are related somehow. If I never watched that show, would I ever encounter them? I believe not. I don't know that for sure, maybe they would have treated me different.

I still having nightmares about that little girl. My imaginations is quite macabre. I have visions of her been tortured by my imaginary friend. Using its tentacles to slowly corrupt her. The funny thing, she never was scared, nor did she cry from the pain. She was mellow, I could even say this is normal for her. Thank God, it's just a dream. I can't possibly imagine, what  they are actually doing to her. She maybe even part of Legion. Could she? All Legion "members" I have seen, have been young adults to older, never any children. What do I know about their "hierarchy", maybe the little girl is the boss of them all. They only showing me her, just to fuck with me. I just don't know. Hmm, at least I have found another that seen the show. I may contacted her soon.  Hopefully, I will get that missing piece I need to complete the puzzle, that has become my life.

What I know so far.

One of the things that have been bothering me, is the day my troops died. I know that Brandon knew about it. I must have told him in one of those sessions that they erased. Why don't I remember? They have the most terrible power of them all, they can erase memories. There's a saying. A man is the sum of his memories. The events, relationships, incidents and actions we used to do, define who we are now. It make us grow. We learned from past mistakes. How can I stop them?

I research a bit about the word "Legion". I know I have heard the name, when I used to go to  church as a kid. Most of the gospel details a possession in a  place called Gadara which is now called Umm Qais in Jordan. Jesus asked the possess man: "Why is thy name?" the possessed man answer "My name is Legion: for we are many" Then Jesus exorcised the man, then pukes the demons out.

Having meeting them, I haven't see them possessed anyone. I believe they enjoyed watching us and getting their hands dirty. They don't look like demons either. D, looks like a young male adult, he is a bit tan. I have a distinct feeling that he is not the leader. His feature are human. The other members have similar human characteristics, but some looks rotten. Like their bodies are dying.  They have an ability to teleport and I'm guessing shapeshift since the members that captured Brandon that day fused into my imaginary friend.

That's another anomaly, my imaginary friend which I believed he is real. He is the only one that I remember that isn't human, per se. He may have humanoid characteristics, but what happens recently I know that form couldn't be it's true form. He was able to shape itself into a liquid state. He spurred tentacles that the end forms into claws. He has the ability to change faces, as well. My question is, what sort of relationship does it have with Legion?

My main question is, how does Candle Cove have to do with them? The noise theory I read about in the comments section of my blog, could make sense. The reason I can't placed it as my main theory, is that the show was real. It had puppets and human actors. I haven't had any incidents with Legion, my imaginary friend and Doctor M recently. Who is Doctor M? It's he a figment of my subconscious trying to piece everything together.

That can't be. Even though, my encounters with him, his face was indistinguishable. I'm unable to describe him, he is like a ghost. He did say that Candle Cove is a beacon, but for what and why? Why tell me or even appear to me? So many questions, so little time.

The Day Brandon Died

I been trying to locate the children of the cove, a name Brandon christened the people that remember the show. I haven't found nothing yet. I believe I should record how Brandon died. If one of them happened to read the blog, they will at least have a warning.

First, it was surreal that Brandon was still alive and in one piece (physically). Actually, he didn't remember at first what happened or who I really was. Just as he said, somehow they can erase memories. I decided not to make him remember the events and I played my part as a patient. Everything went as clockwork as possible, nothing new. Just a patient and his doctor. Until I spotted a piece of paper in his desk. It reads "What is the cove?" He saw it and as like a motor resetting. He remembered everything. His expression changes from cool and collected to afraid and nervous.

He said they did it again. I can't take this anymore. He make me promise that he will find the others before it's too late for them. Before they become part of the circle as Brandon and me. I accepted the promise and told him, together we could stop them. He laughed and said, I already helped enough and that he is tired. He gave me, a file containing names and all the knowledge he knows about Legion and the cove. The latter is information I already knew except for one note. "They are the infinite and the one. They feed on ones ...." That last bit of text was scrabbled and I ask him if he remember how the sentence ended. He said no and ask to never look back because they will like that. Continue forward and forget about trying to find your wife and daughter.

I got surprised and angry. How dare him stop me for finding them? I know, they had erased my memories of their existence. I know they are in danger. What if I love them dearly? They stole my love and made me into a loner. When I was about to angrily replied back? He kick me out of his office. I tried to resist, but it was to no avail. I got all the information, he was willing to give me. The moment I was stepping out of that door, I felt that eerie presence again.  He closed the door behind me. I sign any paperwork and pay for the session. When I was about to leave I heard a big bang, the receptionist when inside the office. I heard her scream, my curiosity and my concern made go to that room. Brandon shot himself. A bullet through the head. I stood there frozen and went back into a memory of when I was still in the military. Flashes of my troops came running in my head.

The receptionist snap me out of ti and said to stay here for questioning. The police came and did a report. I omitted the Legion, Candle Cove and the memory lost. Even if I told them, they won't believe me. Hell, I would be putting them in danger. After questioning, they let me go. On the window, I saw a reflection of my imaginary friend. I turned around, he wasn't there. He exited the building.

I will continue doing research and find the others. I could save them from Brandon's fate. I will say this, D and the Legion your days are been counted. When the clocks hits zero, you will feel how the others have felt.

He calls himself D.

We knew. Brandon and myself knew where we were. We remember it. The same place we gather as kids. Candle Cove. Well, we used to call that place that because of the show. Which now, i don't know it even exist. No, I just don't want to know. 

Everything was shrouded in darkness except for my kitchen's light. The only light source combating the ever hungry darkness. Even the rooms that are visible from the kitchen weren't safe from the dark. We looked at each other. Brandon said to me "Why do they like playing games?"  That's was an unexpected thing to say, especially when we are surrounded. I replied, "I don't know." The wind hitting the windows, as saying let us in. The waves trying to ease us. The sound of children's laughter trying to consult us of the non-danger. I tried hard to combat the soothing sounds. They wanted us. Why go to this trouble?

Then I saw it. In the middle of the living room connected by an arch to my kitchen. No doors, only a space separating it from us. The only thing able to produce light in the darkness. Our imaginary friend. I could feel it calling to us. To soothe. To embrace us. To silence us. I was scared. I felt like a kid again. I was looking straight at it. No, we were. Both of us looking at it and holding our chairs and the table tight. Trying not to get pulled towards it.

It stood there. I was never afraid of it when I was a kid. Why do I feel my heart racing? I want to scream, but I believed it would gave them power. So I was holding everything in, even though I knew it wouldn't helped us. Brandon was petrified on his chair. It continued standing there. I was thinking, why doesn't he come to us? You know, do something. They caught us, already.

The sounds were increasing; I could hear them in my temple. Tentacles. Black tentacles were coming out of my imaginary friend's back. They were slowly creeping like a snake towards us. Stopping near the arch way and then slowly touching it. Like a disease. The end of the tentacles became claws. These white claws grasping on the wall, I saw my imaginary friend's face change. First, it changed into the little girl from my dream. She was smiling. Then, it changed into my mother. Afterwards into some other people that I didn't know. He then transforms its face into a younger version of mine. I couldn't fight it. His face then turned into an eye. Looking straight at me. Digging my very soul.

I fell down from the chair, the kitchen's lights started to blink and dim. I looked up. The young man stood there, where my imaginary friend was. He started to smile. The room got completely dark. I felt someone dragging me back to my chair. It felt cold. The lights came back on. I look at Brandon. Behind him stood three things, they looked human. I couldn't describe them except the one in the middle wore a golden happy theater mask.

I heard a "tsk, tsk, tsk." I turned around I saw the young man walking around the kitchen; opening cupboards and the fridge. He said "Nothing."  He then point at the whiskey bottle. "That would do. Thank you, Mr. Morris." The three things started to grab and tried to drag the psychiatrist away. He yelled "No more. I will deal with you guys, no more." I saw the three things fusing into this black ooze combining into my imaginary friend. Its tentacles appeared on the top of his head, actually his tentacles came out of his chest and back, surrounding his head. The stood very high, touching my ceiling until like a waterfall it hit and consumed Brandon. 

I could hear his muffled screams. Its entire body flowed like water, passing through the chair. It became a black puddle flowing towards the back door. No sign of Brandon Morris. He disappeared. It was only him and me. He sit where Brandon was. He pour himself a glass of whiskey. He tasted it. "I remembered liking this. Not bad." He looked at me. I yelled to him "What have you done to him?"

He was very cocky. "Hmm, you shouldn't concern yourself about him. He is just sleeping like a baby." I knew he was lying. Even though, I couldn't muster the strength to get out of my chair and punch him. All I could do was yelled at him. Scream for answers. "Where is he?"  "As I said, don't worry about him. Think of him as a fail-safe." "Who or what are you?" He answered mockingly, but with a feel of nonchalant in his voice.

"Good question, after two pointless ones. First, I know you have a stupid little blog talking about Candle Cove and  such. So, do me a favor. Whenever you remembered with your little old brain this little incident. Try writing the event  verbatim, you know when you can stop having that rush of memories. I will help you that you won't stop writing it until done. I know you failed at English class. But you are a soldier, the same as us. Wait, no. We are better. We are one." He stopped and looked at my glass. "Want more?" He pours me more without my answer. "You better drink up. It's good for you to forget. The past always hurts. I'm getting off track. I'm getting offended and flattered that you referred me as the young man. Even though, we may acted as an individual. In events such like this. We are not, but since you are talking about me. My first name used to start with this letter. Call me D. I know, about that cartoon thing. Not related. Used to like too."   

He loved talking nonsense. He continued talking. "I know I talk a lot. That was a trait that I still possessed. I was human and all. Now, I'm a collective of minds, emotions and body. We are Legion."

I said, "Like the bible?" He continued. "Somewhat. Who inspired who? No matter. I came here for two reasons." I drank my glass of whiskey. "I think, you would need more than that." He pours me more. "Number one, you should know. We came for Brandon, not you. We need him for our little parasitic problem. Not of your concern. Even though, he may read this. Second reason, that's when we decided to kill two birds with one stone." He signal me to drink more. I didn't. 

"Sure? You will need it, to drink your sorrows. I can't believe that you didn't remember our message. Let me remind you about it." His voice changed, no. As if they were multiple voices. One of a child, a woman and then his voice. Together in symphony. "How is your wife and kid?" I was frozen. Why did he mean by that? "It hits you doesn't it, right in the heart. Answer it. Come on." I tried to say I didn't, but it feels like I was lying. I couldn't say anything. He stood up. "Pity, I was expecting a breakthrough." I started to cried. Did I have a wife and kid? I always was alone. I started to cry like a baby. D. pat my head and saying "There. There. Is time for you bedtime. See you, soon." I fall asleep.

I need to find  answers. I need to find more about Candle Cove. I tried finding Brandon's private number, I lost it. It vanished. I called his office; they said he was out of town. Who were my wife and my little girl? Everything doesn't add up.

A Lucid Dream

I had a dream, last night. I was in those woods, listening to the sound of waves and children laughter. I saw a man, not the same as the young man, nor the other people that accompany him. This one was dress as a scientist. I couldn't pick up how he looked like, but I could tell he wasn't with them. I was trying to understand what he was trying to tell me. Not that he was speaking with a different language, but as if he was far away. He was a bit erratic. All I could hear from him was that his name is Doctor M-something and he was sorry.

He looked concerned and looking around. Maybe, those soothing sounds was muting his voice. Now, that i remember, the trees didn't looked like normal trees. I believe it's normal for a dream. I could make out the doctor trying to scream, only making out the word "Legion". Then, as if I was push away. I fell into another dream. This one was about a woman and a little girl, I felt familiar. As if I see them before, the girl spoke. She said "Dad." I looked upon her face, she was my daughter.

It couldn't be. I wasn't married, nor did I had a child. Did I? No. I'm certain. My dream wife gave me a plate of my favorite food. Skirt steak with mashed potatoes. I tasted, I could feel that delicious meat in my mouth. It felt like was reliving a memory. Then I heard a "No", it was the voice of that man. The young man. I looked around. I saw him behind me, he smiled. Then, I woke up in a cold sweat.

What was the meaning of this? I need to go to a psychiatrist soon. I keep seeing that young man. Is he in my head? Who was that doctor guy?  What is Legion? I hope I'm not possess by the Devil.