"So, you say you've seen...something...following you?"
"Yes," I said. "There's this person that follows me every where...only at night, though."
"Hmm..." The therapist smiles at me. "Maybe you're being stalked by a..." She looks around the room, and leans in closer, "...a ghost!" she whispers.
"Be quiet!" I yell. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me." I storm out of the room. I leave the building, into the dark, chilly night. I walk to my car, and feel eyes on me. I quickly turn around to find no one. I run to my car, unlock it, and get in. I sigh. "I though they were supposed to help me, not scare me even more."
I hear a voice behind me say, "Now you won't need a therapist. I'm here." I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, and fall to the bottom of my car. I turn to see a person in a mask. They lift up their mask, revealing their true identity—it's the therapist. He smiles and puts his machete through my stomach, ending me.
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