“Hello. I will be your therapist today.” The woman in the green dress said as I took a seat.

Ever since I escaped that town, no one has believed me so I have turned to my last option, therapy. All of my friends and family said I need a therapist (they think I’m going mad!) so I obliged.

“Hello.” I replied

“Okay so I’ll just be talking about basic things today, like why you’re here any getting to know each-other” she smiled at me.

“Perfect. My name is nova.”

“That’s a pretty name, nova. Mine is hazel. Nice to meet you!” She smiled again. Does she ever stop smiling? She looks like the grinch.

“So why have you decided to come to therapy?” She asked

“My friends said I should come. Also, nobody believes me.”

“Believes you about what? Can you explain?” She said as she picked up a piece of paper and a pen. She clicked it.

Oh god, here we go again. I rolled my eyes.

“A month ago my friends and I decided to go hiking through some rocks and rivers. It was really pretty and I thought I would be fine. We climbed up a really steep cliff and as we reached the top, all we could see were dark green trees covering the vast wasteland like a blanket. Soon after, I heard someone shouting my name and I saw dark red blood dripping from a tree along with my friends ripped up top. I ran up to it but nothing was there, no blood, clothes and I couldn’t hear the screams anymore.”

“And how did this make you feel?”

“Scared. Like I was going crazy..”

“Carry on, nova. If you want to stop, you can at any moment.” She said, clicking her pen.

“I turned around to follow the group again but they were no where to be seen! Then, just as I thought things couldn’t get any bloody worse, I feel down a hole. I hit my head pretty bad and also I hurt my knee.”

“Can I see it?” She asked

I looked down towards my knee and slid up my skirt, reviling a large gash from my thigh down to my calf. Her eyes said it all so I carried on.

“I think I was out for a while because it grew dark and when I woke up I felt like my skin was crawling. Standing up, I saw a large entrance with rotting wood which looked like it was ancient. I crawled under a large shrub and I just stared at it in awe. Then, a tall figure wearing a ripped coat walked up to it. It’s face looked mangled and deformed but also like bones and rotting flesh. I felt cold and the air fell still as he hung onto the price of mouldy rope and tugged on it, causing a pound sound to hurt my ears. And then, I woke up in the hospital, as if nothing had happened!” I said

Hazel stared at me, confused and I caught a glimpse of her paper and it was empty. Must have been a really good story, she was mesmerised!

“Soooo…? Am I crazy or what?”

“Don’t ever come back again.”

“Eh??” I was shocked “another person who thinks I’m crazy!”

“That’s my husband. I saw him before I died.”

“You’re.. what?”

“Dead.” She stared at the wall behind me.

“Am I dreaming?”

Her eyes darted on me.

“You’re not supposed to know that.”She pinched my arm.

“ouch!” I shouted, gasping as I woke up in my bed.

“What the fuck? Dreaming again?” I laughed to myself.

Then, I looked down at my arm where she had ‘pinched’ me and there was a red mark.

Oh…