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"I slept with my mother last night" "Right...", pause. Mind you, this patient of mine is aged ten, "Any particular reason why?" "I couldn't sleep" "Was there something disturbing you, dreams, something that bothered you during the day?" He was reluctant to speak, so I gave him an encouraging look. "Well, " he hesitated, "There was this one thing, which i kept seeing..." "In you dreams?" i interrupted. "Yes, it was a scene, stationary, dark, gloomy. In my room actually, next to the open cupboard where I last week found a family of dead mice." "I must say you are very well spoken for a ten year old." "Home taught" He beamed proudly. "B

He continued to speak. He just wouldn't stop. "You know you are the most arrogant fucker i have ever met." He rebutted. Blood was boiling. Heat flushed to my cheeks. That was when i strange sensation came over me, like I no longer seemed to be in control of what i was doing. The weight seemed to leave my legs first, then my arms. It seemed as though my soul had all contracted into my heart. My head was light, but straining to withstand the pressure. Everything just become a blur. Just a blur. Just a blur. Just a blur. Your honour, it was me who strapped him to a chair. It wasn't me who cut his toes off with a pair of garden shears and t

"RUN!" Diana screamed. I was startled, confused, and too overcome with panic move. "JUST RUN!" I didn't think. I just turned, and bolted down the dense forest path. I heard a scream, a gaggle and the disconcerting crunch of Diana's neck behind me. Just keep running. Just keep running I told myself. Don't look back, just keep running I gust of wind hit me in the face. Dirt, ferns and vines slapped me in the face. I fell backwards. Hideous laughter pieced my ears and filled my mind. There was a rustle of leaves behind me. I swung around only to meet the face of the aggressor. It screamed like a banshee as it grabbed my head forcefully. My d