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KHDB3 Fwit was all that could be heard. The sound of a tennis ball being whipped from hand to hand. And every time Kathleen heard it, her heart hit her chest, wanting out, just reminding Kathleen that she wanted to be out of that room. She had never felt more scared. In the past, when she saw frightening things in a movie, she could try to remind herself that it was all fake, just something produced in Hollywood. When she was in a haunted house (Which wasn't often, she was easily scared), she could try to remind herself that the vampires and mad doctors that they were just people in costumes. But this was different; it wasn't that she knew

"Time flies when you're having fun," Kathleen told her psychiatrist" It also flies pretty fast when you can't remember much and people are putting drugs in your system everywhere you go." "How long did it take you to come up with that line? You were up all night planning that one, weren't you?" jokingly replied Dr. Lee, PhD as Kathleen called him. He at first insisted that he call her by his first name, Hunter, but she mainly called him by his title. "You're awfully sarcastic for a psychiatrist, aren't you Dr. Lee?" "Hunter." "Dr. Lee." "Hunter!" he raised his voice with a smile "Dr. Lee!" she yelled. She wasn't smiling, but Dr. Lee c

Kathleen and The Hell Demon Banshees, Pt. 1 Kathleen, sore, tired, and full of morphine sat upright in a cold sweat. She looked around the hospital room around her wracking her brain, trying to remember what had happened a week ago. She knew she should've written it down, what happened, but her memories had completely disappeared into a haze of a silent movie. 'I remember talking to him about something  and I remember him describing our current situation, and… Were we even talking at all?' She laid down, and tried to fall asleep again, but the images in her head wouldn't leave her. She saw her fathers concerned expression, the dark dark