Case #7 - Patricia Fox
Trisha Fox on Live Journal in 2013
Trisha was treated at my sleep clinic regularly in 2014 and 2015 but was never my patient. Dr. B knew her well and encouraged her to document her experiences. She posted regularly in the summer and fall 2015 but abruptly stopped. Her Live Journal has since disappeared but here are the most relevant posts.
Excerpts From PattyCakes91 a.k.a. Patricia Fox
August 7th, 2015
On top of everything else, I'm coming down with a cold. Real bastard too. I can feel it lying in the grass. Waiting to strike. I can taste it in the back of my throat.
August 8th, 2015
Mom thinks I'm working on college apps but it's hard to do much of anything when I didn't sleep at all last night. I swear I went to bed around midnight but I feel like I didn't sleep a wink. Coach is gonna smell it on me a mile away. Oh yeah, and I woke up with this huge bruise on my leg.
August 10th, 2015
I keep fucking up. Fell asleep at work and Bobby totally saw. Had to ditch practice because I just can't even do that right now. Now I'm staring at my ceiling and coughing up some gross shit. Mom says it's going around. Great way to end summer.
August 11th, 2015
Thanks to lacrosse and Laura's usual bitchiness it feels like school has already started. I'm dying to go to fall fest but not if no one asks me to go. No one is going to ask me if I keep turning into Linda Blair. My hair is falling out. My face is exploding. I can't sleep. And I had a bad dream.
August 12th, 2015
More nightmares but I don't want to talk about it. Stayed home from work and skipped practice. Mom says I'll feel better and that I should be the buffalo. The buffalo runs at the storm so it can get to the other side. Be the buffalo.
August 13th, 2015
I haven't slept in days. Mom scheduled a doctor's appointment. I hate the doctor. But I also hate this, it's not normal. Mom says I've never been normal but this is weird even for me. So over being a teenager. Also, I'm possessed by a ghost who died in 1906, that explains why I wrote this in my sleep:
August 14th, 2015
Last night, I had more dreams. My screaming woke my mom and then she tried to wake me up but I just kept screaming. She said I haven't done this since I was very young. She left me alone to cry and sweat it out. When I awoke this morning, all I could remember were the dreams. Mom said I kept saying "Stop stop stop" over and over.
August 15th, 2015
Don't remember sleeping at all but it appears that I drew some symbols in my sleep. Found this next to my bed:
August 16th, 2015
On the way to the doctor's office my symptoms disappeared. I could breathe, I felt rested, I basically felt fine. I told the doctor about the symbols. He thinks I'm crazy but he also gave me some pills to help me sleep.
August 17th, 2015
Pills helped, a bit. Finished the last chapter of The Handmaid's Tale. So good but not exactly the hug I need right now. My teachers are starting to wonder where the fuck I've been. I've been trying to get some goddamn sleep.
August 18th, 2015
It's always the same dream. It's not different nightmares, it's the same one over and over.
August 19th, 2015
School is like a week away and no one is gonna ask me to fall fest. The pills barely work. When I do get some rest, I'm forced to relive that nightmare. It feels like it's getting stronger, more intense. It used to try follow me and I could lose it or outrun it, but now I turn around and it's right behind me.
In other news my lacrosse stick head needs new strings. Maybe I'm possessed by a Native American who can play better than me.
August 20th, 2015
I remember the dream like a memory. Like it's real. It follows me closer than before, it asks me where I'm going. I tell it to leave me alone and it seems to work but it's getting smarter. Also, drowning under a mountain of ignored summer reading. School starts Monday.
August 21st, 2015
I don't remember dreaming at all last night. I don't remember screaming or jumping out the window but my mom does. Even though I cut myself on the glass and bruised my arms and legs on the fall, Mom had to chase me halfway down the block and secure me in an old winter coat. She said I was sleepwalking. Said I did it when I was four. Huh.
Mom thinks I'm working on college apps but it's hard to do much of anything when I didn't sleep at all last night. I swear I went to bed around midnight but I feel like I didn't sleep a wink. Coach is gonna smell it on me a mile away. Oh yeah, and I woke up with this huge bruise on my leg.
I keep fucking up. Fell asleep at work and Bobby totally saw. Had to ditch practice because I just can't even do that right now. Now I'm staring at my ceiling and coughing up some gross shit. Mom says it's going around. Great way to end summer.
August 11th, 2015
Thanks to lacrosse and Laura's usual bitchiness it feels like school has already started. I'm dying to go to fall fest but not if no one asks me to go. No one is going to ask me if I keep turning into Linda Blair. My hair is falling out. My face is exploding. I can't sleep. And I had a bad dream.
August 12th, 2015
More nightmares but I don't want to talk about it. Stayed home from work and skipped practice. Mom says I'll feel better and that I should be the buffalo. The buffalo runs at the storm so it can get to the other side. Be the buffalo.
August 13th, 2015
I haven't slept in days. Mom scheduled a doctor's appointment. I hate the doctor. But I also hate this, it's not normal. Mom says I've never been normal but this is weird even for me. So over being a teenager. Also, I'm possessed by a ghost who died in 1906, that explains why I wrote this in my sleep:
August 14th, 2015
Last night, I had more dreams. My screaming woke my mom and then she tried to wake me up but I just kept screaming. She said I haven't done this since I was very young. She left me alone to cry and sweat it out. When I awoke this morning, all I could remember were the dreams. Mom said I kept saying "Stop stop stop" over and over.
August 15th, 2015
Don't remember sleeping at all but it appears that I drew some symbols in my sleep. Found this next to my bed:
Symbols carved into my night table (the ghost strikes again)
August 16th, 2015
On the way to the doctor's office my symptoms disappeared. I could breathe, I felt rested, I basically felt fine. I told the doctor about the symbols. He thinks I'm crazy but he also gave me some pills to help me sleep.
August 17th, 2015
Pills helped, a bit. Finished the last chapter of The Handmaid's Tale. So good but not exactly the hug I need right now. My teachers are starting to wonder where the fuck I've been. I've been trying to get some goddamn sleep.
August 18th, 2015
It's always the same dream. It's not different nightmares, it's the same one over and over.
August 19th, 2015
School is like a week away and no one is gonna ask me to fall fest. The pills barely work. When I do get some rest, I'm forced to relive that nightmare. It feels like it's getting stronger, more intense. It used to try follow me and I could lose it or outrun it, but now I turn around and it's right behind me.
In other news my lacrosse stick head needs new strings. Maybe I'm possessed by a Native American who can play better than me.
My stick needs new threads, so do I
August 20th, 2015
I remember the dream like a memory. Like it's real. It follows me closer than before, it asks me where I'm going. I tell it to leave me alone and it seems to work but it's getting smarter. Also, drowning under a mountain of ignored summer reading. School starts Monday.
August 21st, 2015
I don't remember dreaming at all last night. I don't remember screaming or jumping out the window but my mom does. Even though I cut myself on the glass and bruised my arms and legs on the fall, Mom had to chase me halfway down the block and secure me in an old winter coat. She said I was sleepwalking. Said I did it when I was four. Huh.
August 22nd, 2015
I quit the team. Coach was driving me crazy, mom says it's not my fault. Going to try to sleep.
August 23rd, 2015
"Look alive, yellow five" I could hear its voice in my head in my dream. That's what it said. And something about a link -- I couldn't make out the rest. "A link between..." ...something. That's all I can recall, I was too busy trying to run far away from it. It wanted to look inside my head, it was flipping through my memories like the pages of a book.
August 24th, 2015
Some people have a frog in their throat or butterflies in their stomach. When I was a girl, my doctor used to say he could hear different farm animals with his stethoscope. He'd say, "There's cows in your tummy!" or "I hear birds chirping in your lungs!"
Even at age six I knew he wasn't serious.
But I am serious.
There is something trying to take control of me. With each attempt I am losing my footing.
August 25th, 2015
Big surprise, doctor Brennan wants me to talk to a psychiatrist. So does mom. They can say I'm schizo but that doesn't mean this isn't happening. And I've been wondering... what if the ghost is my great grandpa who just wants me to helps him with his unfinished business?
August 26th, 2015
School started today. I wasn't there.
August 30th, 2015
Exhausted.
September 2nd, 2015
I'm afraid I'll never go back to school. Not like anyone has noticed my absence. Fuck it. Everyone thinks I'm possessed by a demon at this point anyway. I don't know how much longer I can keep it at bay. If this doesn't kill me, another week with my mother will. Still searching for the other side of this storm. -The Buffalo
September 3rd, 2015
They want me to spend a few nights at this sleep center. I don't like the idea but they insist they'll give me lots of drugs to knock me out. I could use the sleep and the break from mi madre wouldn't kill me.
September 4th, 2015
I don't want to be the buffalo anymore.
September 5th, 2015
I slept at the hospital last night, in the sleep study room. Slept like a baby. I'm staying here again tonight, hope someone starts to see what I have. At least I have a good excuse for missing school.
September 6th, 2015
Another incredible night's sleep but the best news is: I'm not alone. I found this guy online named Stan Parks who sleepwalks and other stories that sound very familiar. Happy to have something to read while I'm locked away in here. Of course, this has been a big waste of time. Either the drugs are knocking out the demon, or the demon doesn't want to come out and play. I think the letter is more likely correct. It doesn't want to be studied. Maybe I can just live here forever.
September 7th, 2015
Looks like tonight is my last chance to prove what I've been saying isn't just a bunch of talk. I know the ghost is reading this as I type, just laying there in the grass, waiting til this is over. I'm gonna read Stan's blog and pass out.
September 8th, 2015
Slept like a rock star but they are kicking me out today because they found my sleep to be extraordinarily normal. My friend never showed but I'll get evidence myself. Tonight. Stan posted about an equation that he wrote and then mailed himself. Stan is weird. Part of the equation looks a lot like the squiggles in the symbols etched on my nightstand table. I ordered his book "Visitors". Looks kinda corny but I'm addicted.
September 9th, 2015
Before bed last night, I set up my mom's camera on a tripod. She showed me how to set it to LP mode so it would record for up to 12 hours. This morning the camera was gone but the tripod was there, broken. I'll try to borrow my stepdad's camera tonight, I would use my phone but don't know how to record all night with that.
September 10th, 2015
Didn't get Ray's camera but will record audio tonight. Confessions of a Sleepwalker has a post about Dreams where Stan is obsessed with this juniper tree in Moab. He never made it there but once I feel better I'm going Utah to find that tree. Until then, I'm watching Galaxy Quest.
September 11th, 2015
No dreams. Pretty uneventful night for most of the five hours I recorded (yes I listened to all five hours) except for this segment that happened just before the recording was shut off. It was off when I woke up. I can't tell who's voice that is, it can't be mine. I am sufficiently creeped out folks. Stress eating a lot more ice cream and marshmallow peeps than usual.
September 15th, 2015
My mom heard me dreaming out loud, set up her phone, and got part of my night terror on video. I am terrified. I can't talk to anyone about this. I can't even write it down. It will know.
I quit the team. Coach was driving me crazy, mom says it's not my fault. Going to try to sleep.
August 23rd, 2015
"Look alive, yellow five" I could hear its voice in my head in my dream. That's what it said. And something about a link -- I couldn't make out the rest. "A link between..." ...something. That's all I can recall, I was too busy trying to run far away from it. It wanted to look inside my head, it was flipping through my memories like the pages of a book.
August 24th, 2015
Some people have a frog in their throat or butterflies in their stomach. When I was a girl, my doctor used to say he could hear different farm animals with his stethoscope. He'd say, "There's cows in your tummy!" or "I hear birds chirping in your lungs!"
Even at age six I knew he wasn't serious.
But I am serious.
There is something trying to take control of me. With each attempt I am losing my footing.
August 25th, 2015
Big surprise, doctor Brennan wants me to talk to a psychiatrist. So does mom. They can say I'm schizo but that doesn't mean this isn't happening. And I've been wondering... what if the ghost is my great grandpa who just wants me to helps him with his unfinished business?
August 26th, 2015
School started today. I wasn't there.
August 30th, 2015
Exhausted.
September 2nd, 2015
I'm afraid I'll never go back to school. Not like anyone has noticed my absence. Fuck it. Everyone thinks I'm possessed by a demon at this point anyway. I don't know how much longer I can keep it at bay. If this doesn't kill me, another week with my mother will. Still searching for the other side of this storm. -The Buffalo
September 3rd, 2015
They want me to spend a few nights at this sleep center. I don't like the idea but they insist they'll give me lots of drugs to knock me out. I could use the sleep and the break from mi madre wouldn't kill me.
September 4th, 2015
I don't want to be the buffalo anymore.
September 5th, 2015
I slept at the hospital last night, in the sleep study room. Slept like a baby. I'm staying here again tonight, hope someone starts to see what I have. At least I have a good excuse for missing school.
My new digs
September 6th, 2015
Another incredible night's sleep but the best news is: I'm not alone. I found this guy online named Stan Parks who sleepwalks and other stories that sound very familiar. Happy to have something to read while I'm locked away in here. Of course, this has been a big waste of time. Either the drugs are knocking out the demon, or the demon doesn't want to come out and play. I think the letter is more likely correct. It doesn't want to be studied. Maybe I can just live here forever.
September 7th, 2015
Looks like tonight is my last chance to prove what I've been saying isn't just a bunch of talk. I know the ghost is reading this as I type, just laying there in the grass, waiting til this is over. I'm gonna read Stan's blog and pass out.
A Room With A View
September 8th, 2015
Slept like a rock star but they are kicking me out today because they found my sleep to be extraordinarily normal. My friend never showed but I'll get evidence myself. Tonight. Stan posted about an equation that he wrote and then mailed himself. Stan is weird. Part of the equation looks a lot like the squiggles in the symbols etched on my nightstand table. I ordered his book "Visitors". Looks kinda corny but I'm addicted.
September 9th, 2015
Before bed last night, I set up my mom's camera on a tripod. She showed me how to set it to LP mode so it would record for up to 12 hours. This morning the camera was gone but the tripod was there, broken. I'll try to borrow my stepdad's camera tonight, I would use my phone but don't know how to record all night with that.
September 10th, 2015
Didn't get Ray's camera but will record audio tonight. Confessions of a Sleepwalker has a post about Dreams where Stan is obsessed with this juniper tree in Moab. He never made it there but once I feel better I'm going Utah to find that tree. Until then, I'm watching Galaxy Quest.
September 11th, 2015
No dreams. Pretty uneventful night for most of the five hours I recorded (yes I listened to all five hours) except for this segment that happened just before the recording was shut off. It was off when I woke up. I can't tell who's voice that is, it can't be mine. I am sufficiently creeped out folks. Stress eating a lot more ice cream and marshmallow peeps than usual.
September 15th, 2015
My mom heard me dreaming out loud, set up her phone, and got part of my night terror on video. I am terrified. I can't talk to anyone about this. I can't even write it down. It will know.
The only known video Trisha shot
September 16th, 2015
New dreams last night. Different than the first. I think I was out in the rain. I can't speak about it. It doesn't want anyone to know. I have to throw them off and tell you about this cute dog I saw today. You really will love the pic I took of it. Couldn't you just steal him?
September 17th, 2015
Today I saw the man from my dream. He was tall, with long hair and a beard. I looked out my window and he was standing across the street. Afraid, I backed away from the window. When I looked back he was gone.
September 18th, 2015
I saw the tall man again. He knows what I know. That it doesn't want anyone to know what it wants to do. It has plans. I have to go now.
This was Trisha's final entry.
It is believed she was sent to Elderberry and may still be there.
Notes:
Heard on Trisha's audio recording:
I have no idea, hoping to send this tape to an audio engineer, it sounds like a voice but I have no clue what it's saying.
Heard on Trisha's Night Terrors video:
"I can't talk""Oh no""Some link""Close the door, please""What is that?""Oh no! Wait! Wait! No no no."
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