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"It started when I was a baby. Just random things really. My mother would put me to bed in the crib and she would run in durning the middle of the night to find me on the ground. Random toys that were in one part of the house would suddenly appear in my hands. Then I turned two and the shadows started showing up. I would see the outline of a man, everywhere. Like he was there just not, there. You know what I mean? Of course you don't."
"Tell me when the voices started Miss Belladonna." The middle aged brunet asked.
"Oh, those? It was my after my 12th birthday I believe. They won't let me sleep. And I can't understand them because there are too many just whispering in my ears it infuriating! The only way I can block them out is if I play music while I sleep. And the don't stop when I'm at school either. Its less people, I can tell, but its still hard to make out." Autumn explained.
"You think this is all ghost or spirits. Am I right?" He questions.
"Well what else would it be? There had to have been a lot of people to have died it that big old mansion. And my dad, he would explained the shadow of a man." She fiddled with her nails, nervous tick.
"Right. I think that's all for today Miss Belladonna." He stood up, the young brunette following his actions.
"Bye." She whispered, rushing out.
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"Let's go." Her mother said as she strutted out of the office.
"What did he say?" Autumn asked.
"He think you may have schizophrenia ²." The older woman, Alice, turned yo her daughter.
"But i-"
"He also recommends we take you to see a doctor, just in case." She held out a car, showing her daughter.
"I am not crazy, mom." Autumn groaned.
"Of course not, dear."
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"I am not crazy, Doctor Francis."
"Of course not, Aidan."
"These screams and cries just take over my mind and all I do is feel like I'm the one cause that pain." The 18 year old explains.
"You know, I just had a session with a girl, your age too, who had the same thing. Shadows following her, voices she couldn't block out. I think it's best you take this card and go see this doctor. He's great with problems like this." Doctor Francis hands him the small cream colored card.
"Right. Of course, pay $300 a month for help only to have to pay even more to go to another place. Let be guess, it's best I continue these weekly talks?" Aidan scoffed, standing up and walking out.
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"And you wonder why me and your mother take you here." The middle aged man said to his son as they got in the car.
"It's pointless, they aren't going to help at all." Aidan sighed, staring out the window.
