She stood at the window. Thinking of her crazy life! And contemplating on ‘the ghost’ that visited her the night before.
See, she knows the level of her own bizarre contradictions! She is aware, of how the world keeps insisting on seeing ‘just’ her outside! And no we are not talking about looks!
She knows, her ‘kindness’ is there for all to see! Her ‘sweetness’, as most seem to be fond of the way it sounds when they vocalize it to describe her! Their eyes, conveying a dreamy look…They just simply don’t know the rest.
And the rest is dark.
It’s dark, not for actions she had done, but rather seen!
At her little coffeeshop, she had strangers tell her secrets. Some she was able to handle. And some, she simply couldn’t!
So many stories.
Her own therapist, advised she needed to stop. He said: you need to stop listening. But more importantly, you need to work on not letting it affect you! It’s getting to you! People are drawn to you. They tell you deep secrets they are unable to tell their families or even best friends. She remembers responding ‘just like they tell their hairdresser or their ‘trained’ therapist?! Except I’m not?! ;)’
The therapist knew she was clever. He knew he was not to bother answering! And she appreciated him not insulting her intelligence any further. After all, he was the fifth she had tried, and was able to actually come back to visit after the initial assessment! ‘Her’ assessment. Of?! Her therapist!
Yes. That’s who she is. Untrusting.
At the same time, she knew she needed to escape for a little while. So right there on her phone, while sitting in her car after leaving her therapy session, she found her destination in less than fifteen minutes. And booked it.
What she did not know?! It was a beautiful old….haunted house.