As Keith finally ended the clip, I stared back at him in horror. "Y-y-y-you entered my head while I was unconscious?" I stammered still feeling horrified. I couldn't believe Keith had literally been in my head.
"That's right, Marco," Keith answered in a menacing tone. "Let me tell you a bit more about myself. You see, I'm made to get into the heads of anyone who experiences a concussion of any kind. What happens is that anyone who gets knocked out with a single blow on the head will experience any hallucinations or dream sequence that I'd screw around with."
My head was beginning to throb. I was just so confused now. "Huh?"
"I control the minds of the unconscious, Marco," Keith explain. "I've done this to many of my victims in each generation! I'm that powerful! I attack them psychologically!"
My head was now spinning. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing at this point, much less what I just witnessed in the clip. Keith was actually in my head - literally! He had been screwing with my head while I was unconscious! I was feeling pretty dirty at this point! I was quickly losing my train of thought!
"Do you remember when I told you that I have the power to get inside people's dreams?" Keith asked me. I nodded, still staring at Keith rather nervously.
"Well," he continued, "when you were knocked out unconscious, it gave me the ability to get inside your head and screw around in your dreams while you were unconscious. I changed everything in your dreams, Marco. I replaced your sister with a dog named Tyler because you said you didn't want a sister. I made your sister, who wasn't your sister in your dream, responsible for your head injury. I made the doctor try to take your brain out. I appeared on your computer screen. I caused all those hallucinations in your dream."
I started to feel sick. Keith has been screwing with my mind all along! He has been digging inside my brain and scaring me psychologically! He has caused my mother to believe that I was going crazy! He seemed to take sadistic pleasure into taking advantage of my mental state of mind! My head began to throb some more. I couldn't shake the bizarre events my mind was suffering at this point. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to make it out of this ordeal alive. It certainly wasn't helped by that incredibly creepy smile of his. My eyes hurt just staring at it.
"In fact, I'll show you a certain victim of mines that experienced the same horror you're going through," Keith told me. "Do you remember the year 1986?"
1986? I thought. "I don't quite remember that year very well," I answered in a low, trembling tone. "I was only a toddler."
"Well, welcome back to the past, Marco," Keith told me. "Oh this will be so good."
He held his hand to the blank wall. The screen came up to show the baseball diamond in the year 1986.