The evening was getting colder and Corey rubbed his hands together to try to keep himself warm. Very difficult to manage at this time of the year. The rustling in the bushes was very soft, harmless and sinister less, making no threat whatsoever to disturb the atmosphere surrounding him. He took a quick glance around, spying on a couple of fallen branches laying dead on the grass before him.
Then... the door opened. Catriona tucked her hair back as she made eye contact.
"Hello. What can I do for you?" she asked ominously, but politely. Corey's heart started beating. He suddenly feels completely shattered talking to this woman. How strange. "I... [sighs] how do i say this?" Corey asked. "You discovered my therapy session?" Catriona asked. "I've had... I've had a traumatic past. I admit. Not easy to come to terms with it." Corey confessed, feeling guilty all of a sudden.
"Come on in! I have plenty of time on my hands!" Catriona exclaimed and wrapped her arm around Corey as he stepped forwards into her house. The door closed with a scary bang that made him jump. "I know! This door is so old it has lost it's quietness!" Catriona exclaimed. "Don't worry about it. Mine is the same." Corey replied nervously and walked through the empty, eerie corridor of the property. "Please. Take a seat!" Catriona offered and pointed to the sofa opposite. Corey felt obliged and proceeded to the sofa. He sat down quickly and fidgeted with his fingers for a bit. "Tea or coffee?" Catriona asked. "uh... tea please." Corey added quickly. "I'll brig it over to you in a bit." Catriona added and went to get out the cups. Corey could think of nothin more than witnessing the death of his wife and kid. All because of Cat. However the hell she knew where he lived.
A couple of minutes later, Catriona came over to Corey and sat down beside him and put the drinks on the table. "So. Tell me. How are you lately?" she asked. Corey didn't want to answer. He was too feared to even say the words. and sentence. But Catriona could sense that something is wrong. "How would you like to describe it?" she asked him and patted Corey on the back. Very weird. "I..." Corey said but then broke. He fell silent again. "Hey. It's ok. Let it out." Catriona encouraged him. The thought to tell her what happened is constantly holding him back. "What is your name again? Sorry. I completely forgot." Catriona filled the silence. "I-- I'm... Corey." he responded to her question nervously. "Nice to meet you Corey. My name... well... you should know what my name is if you've booked this appointment." Catriona added. "Nice to meet you Catriona." Corey spoke slightly confidently as he took a quick sip of tea then put the cup back on the table. "So. What's been going on with your life?" she asked.
It took quite a while for Corey to collect his memories of today's events. The horror of the aftermath remains an occupation in his head.
"You will not believe... what I'm about to say." Corey announced quietly.
"it's ok. You can tell me absolutely anything." Catriona replied.
So Corey took a slightly deep breath and breathed it out again. "You see... I was returning from... somewhere. I made my way ." he spoke softly as he played with his fingers continuously.
"Take your time. Don't rush it." Catriona encouraged him. Corey took a deep breath and breathed. He then took another drink of tea and continued on from where he left off:
"...I was distracted by something. When I went out the back garden to look for what it was... I was then... locked out of my own home. Then... The woman entered my house. She then went upstairs... and the next thing that happened... was brutually horrifying." and he gulped. Catriona nodded her head slowly as she finished her tea.
"The woman. Was not a genuine woman at all." Corey added.
"What do you mean?" Catriona asked, her curiosity eventually peaking.
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The Streets 2
Korku*Important: Read the first novel before this one* Life has changed dramatically. Corey is an operator in a public council and works a wage for his family of three; himself, his wife Kerry and his daughter Kate. Life is going pretty good. On the othe...
