Instantly got full body chills seeing this.

Long story short, my mom was on psych drugs (both benzodiazepines and SSRIs at certain times) for a long time when I was young. At her worst, I’d see her experience uncontrollable shaking, screaming that her skin was on fire, get 0 hours of sleep for several nights in a row, not eat for days or weeks, walk around with wide eyes mumbling to herself, hallucinate, try to kill herself, and claim to see demons.

One of the demons she’d often describe was a shadowy man in a trench coat and a black wide-brimmed hat. She couldn’t make out any facial features except his eyes, and he would clap in her face and run away, and sometimes stand in the corner of the room staring at her.