As Andy's behavior grew more erratic, he began to isolate himself from the world. He retreated to the spare room, locking himself away from Maria and the outside world. The darkness of the room mirrored the darkness in his mind, his thoughts consumed by vivid hallucinations and paranoid delusions.

The once-comforting walls of their home now felt oppressive, closing in on him. The whispers in his mind grew louder, the shadows dancing before his eyes. He felt a sense of impending doom, his grip on reality slipping further with each passing day.

Maria tried to reach out to him, her heart breaking for the man she loved. She knocked on the door of the spare room, her voice filled with desperation. "Andy, please, talk to me. Let me help you."

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But Andy's response was silence, the door remaining firmly shut. Inside, he sat in the darkness, his mind racing with fear and confusion. He felt trapped, unable to escape the grip of his own thoughts.

One night, as he sat in the darkness, a vivid hallucination took hold of him. He saw Maria standing before him, her eyes filled with sadness. "Andy, please," she whispered. "Come back to me."

Andy reached out to her, his heart aching with longing. But as his hand passed through her, he realized she was just a figment of his imagination. He felt a crushing sense of despair, the weight of his guilt and fear pressing down on him.

The hallucinations grew more intense, each one more disturbing than the last. Andy saw visions of Maria and their unborn child, their eyes filled with accusation. He felt a sense of impending doom, his mind consumed by darkness and fear.