My therapist looks into my eyes expectedly. "Well, I've been depressed lately..." I say.
He nods. "That's understandable, having lost your dog. So sorry about that." He says.
My eyes widen "How did you know about Maddi?" I ask him, confused. She only died a few days ago, who could have told him?
"Oh, someone told me, I can't remember who exactly. Sorry if I scared you there." He says before smiling apologetically.
"Oh." I say, sighing with relief. My mom probably told him.
"Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?" He asks, clasping his hands together.
"Lately I...I've been feeling like I'm...well...going crazy." I admit, shaking my head.
"How so?" He asks me, intrigued.
"I keep hearing these noises." I tell him. He grabs his pen. I hear it click before he starts writing down something. "Like, I'll be sitting on the couch watching something and I'll hear a...tapping noise on the window, or a knock on the door. And when I look there's always nothing there." I say.
"Hmm." He says as he finishes writing.
Oh, I didn't mention the car I saw outside my house. It was an old white, slightly dirty one. I had seen it driving down the street a few days ago too. Wait...that was the same day Maddi died.
He looks down at his watch before saying "Well, looks like our time's up for today."
After I leave and I'm walking through the parking lot, I see the car. The car. After staring at it for a minute, I see a man walking towards it, but not before waving at me.
"See you next week, Natalie!" He calls, before getting inside and driving off.
YOU ARE READING
Creepy Tales
Short StoryA book that will be filled with short creepy stories, preferably to be told in the dark. (Cover is NOT by me, all I did was edit it.)
