"Mr. Bartlemann?" the doctor probed to a man strapped down to the metal table, who answered his question with a hollow, blank stare. "Please Charles, you know why you're here, don't make me the bad guy. In fact I'm here to help you. For years your multiple personality disorder has gone unchecked and now has been seen as rampant, ever since the emergence of your more aggressive and plainly stated violent personality "Chuck". I wouldn't have even though of using the leather restraints, but after what Chuck did to one of my nurses, I believed that the heavy sedation and constraints were necessary for both the safety of my staff and yourself." Mr. Bartlemann just stared, eyes drooping from the morphine pumping into his veins, but eyes wandered to another medicine drip, with the IV plugged into the back of his neck. "W-what are you doing to me doc?" Charles weakly asked. "We have all convened, and came to the unanimous decision that we can fix you Charles," the doctor said, stooping down to face him. "We have been postulating a new procedure, in which we will apply the chemicals that are not in balance in your brain into your body, and if it has worked as well as it has in the trial runs, we can cure your multiple personality disorder and hopefully see no more of Chuck." Charles replied with tears welling in his eyes "Ok doc, whatever you can do to help me. I can't deal with two people fighting for my psyche anymore."
"Charles, it's wonderful to see you again!" the doctor said happily. "It has been a month since our procedure, and you have shown no more symptoms of multiple personality disorder, and have even been deemed healthy enough to live on your own for a few weeks now, thus prompting this house call. You should be very proud!"
Charles smiled and replied "Thank you doctor, but I've been rattling an idea around in my head for a bit."
"What's on your mind?" the doctor asked.
"Well your procedure was said to cure my multiple personality disorder, and silence that other personality, but..." he paused to let out short, dry laugh "How do you know you saved the right guy?"
"Mr. Bartlemann, I don't think I understand," the doctor responded, unsettled by this statement.
"Please" the man said, as he dead bolted his door and slid the knife that he hid into his sleeve into his hand and a evil smile crawling across his face."Call me Chuck."
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УжасыThese are from the net however they are the creepiest stories ever!.......o(╥﹏╥)o in other words I did not write ANY of them. so please credit the right full owners, thank you.
