MISSING
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INSPIRED FROM TRUE EVENTS| Mystery| Horror Thriller| Short Story| Halloween| Psychological
"Ms Erdem!" the receptionist calls out from her desk.
I knock at the door before stepping inside Dr Amrani's office.
"Ms Erdem! It's nice to meet you. Please have a seat," he gestures to the sofa chair across his desk.
"Call me Esra," I say as I take the seat.
"I hope the wait wasn't too long Esra. So tell me, what brings you here?" the doctor steeples his fingers on the desk and gives a big smile.
"Soooo, I have a problem. I think... I think my days go missing!"
He quirks an eyebrow at me in confusion.
"I know. I know it sounds crazy, but... hear me out."
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