You know that moment when you go to the psychiatrist and realise he's more crazy than you are? Meet me. I am Y/n. Your local ADHD patient suffering from severe PTSD and social anxiety. I thought I was the worst psychotic product in the market. Until I met Dr. Kim. And he's not even a psychiatrist. He's my therapist...
"Dad please don't buy this house." "Why?" "It's just...just very weird and kind of horror." "Then stop watching horror movies I am buying this house that's it." "But dad." "No buts that's my final decision." *Chuckle* "YOU ARE RIGHT BUNNY THIS IS NOT A NORMAL HOUSE BUT IT'S LOOKS LIKE IT IS, NO ONE IS GONNA BELIEVE IN...
"Are you from the house?" A small smile spread on the unburned side of the man's face, the lipless grinning skull stayed eerily motionless. "I don't need your warning, I know I'm walking into hell."