"Good morning!" Mr. Gail chirped at me as I walked through the door to the councilor's office.
"Hey." I replied.
"Take a seat. What seems to be bothering you?"
"The principle." I responded. "You?"
"Oh Crystal, not again..."
"It's not my fault." I said. All of a sudden, I don't even know why, but I burst into tears.
"I swear, I saw it. Please believe me." I said, sobbing.
"I, I'm sorry Crystal. I can't. But I can try to help solve what's causing your 'illusions'."
That was it. I finally cracked.
"What. The. Actual. Hell. You think I'm having illusions? Oh. No. That's not the freaking case. IT IS REAL AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT. BECAUSE IF IT COMES FOR YOU ONE DAY AND EATS YOU ALIVE, I'LL BE THE ONE AT YOUR FUNERAL SAYING 'I TOLD YOU SO' OVER WHATS LEFT OF YOUR COLD, DEAD BODY." And before he could respond, I left him, staring there in awe.
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HorrorEveryone is afraid of something. For some it's spiders. For others it's the dark. For me, it's it. The one who is outside my window. The one who watches me while I sleep. He's always there, watching, waiting, but for what? My friends don't believe m...
