by Psychosis

Created on: September 03, 2008

Hank McCabe was exhausted. Lately, he didn't have the energy to do anything but lay around. He touched the dark bags under his eyes and frowned at the way they sunk into his head. At 34, he was at the height of his career and should have been happier than what he currently was. The symptoms first began during the initial week of filming "The Devil Made Me Do It." It was a dark horror film about a series of murders by a young man that claimed he was forced to do so by the Devil. Hank played the title role and found the part to be extremely difficult and trying.

After a visit to the doctor for a check-up, he was given a clean bill of health and advised to sleep more. Sleep was hard to come by. There were nights that he would lay awake in bed and stare at the ceiling. There were also times when he actually did fall asleep. During those moments, he would have visions of death and demons. He would awaken in a sweat and felt as if he hadn't slept at all. The remainder of the night would consist of trying to figure out what the dreams meant.

The script itself wasn't difficult. He had plenty of other films that were harder to learn, after all, he had been an actor since the age of seven. Some of the scenes were so real and vivid that he sometimes felt that was really happening. The cast was unlike any cast he had ever worked with. Everyone seemed so distant and standoffish. No one interacted with each other. Once the scene was filmed, everyone went their own separate way. Hank had approached several members of the cast, only to receive a cool response and quick exit.

It had been rumored that Peg Smythly, the original co-star of the film, had died of an overdose at the end of the first week of filming. All of the tests had not returned and thus the speculation continued. Hank worked with Peg before and she had never given any indication that she was an abuser. She seemed scared to be around anyone on the set. He had overheard her telling the director that she wanted out of the movie. That was three days before she died.

Hank had never been a drinker. His father was an alcoholic and frequently abused his mother. He swore that he would never be like his father. Lately, he had a thirst for whiskey and kept a bottle in the bottom drawer. He retrieved the bottle and poured himself a glass. The liquid was silky smooth as it flowed down his throat.

One thing was certain, to have it to do all over again, Hank would have refused the role. He had never done a horror film before and

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