It was my third session that day and it started just the usual way. This man sounded like someone in his last 50s, he sounded croaky like he had a sore throat and was struggling to speak. "My wife cheated on me with our gardener three years ago and now he won't stop appearing in my dreams. I keep seeing him every where and hearing his voice. They said you could help me, please help me get rid of him." He said with his voice trembling.
" If anything at all, he should be the one lacking sleep and peace of mind for what he did, why are the one suffering for his misdeed?" I asked with curiosity. "I killed him, after I caught him with my wife I pretended like I didn't see anything and followed him home that night with my machete. I butchered him in a dark alleyway close to his house and ran away. The police just concluded it was the handwork of one of the numerous criminals known to have paraded the area a lot killing people." He started weeping "Counselor, please help me, I'm losing my mind" he said with desperation in his voice. I was bewildered, this man should be saving term already not in my office waiting for me to help him appease a vengeful ghost. But then, I remembered our first rule which was procuring solution no what what the situation was and also keeping our client's problems highly confidential. If not, I would have called the police that moment.
"How long have you been seeing him in your dreams?" I felt like shit knowing I was trying to comfort a murderer. No matter what he did, killing him was the height of it. I mean it was his wife who cheated! I would never understand how people think, really. "It started a month after I killed him, that was when the police closed the case" "So the ghost waited for the police and when they couldn't find you he decided to fight for himself" I said "Yes,yes so please help me get rid of him" he said still trembling. I almost burst into laughter after hearing myself say something so ridiculous. I do not believe in ghost, hearing myself make a theory of something I don't believe existed like it did just felt really funny to me but then if me acting like I believe was going to make this session end in success then I was ready to believe a cat could bark.
"Have you tried seeking medical help? Like drugs for insomnia and the likes." I asked further " I have but they don't seem to work, I don't know if it's because of what I hid that belongs to him" "What you hid?" I asked "Yes, after I killed him out of rage, I was still feeling angry that he stuck his filthy manhood inside my wife so I cut it off!" I almost had a heart attack that moment. "You did what?!" My eyes almost popped out of my eye socket from how shocked I was. He swiftly passed a box to me from the small open space underneath. I decided to create an open space in between the tilted wall that led to both sides. This was for if the client wanted to pass a document or item to me during the session. I opened the box and what I found inside sent me to hell temporarily. It was a man's private part covered in ice. Immediately I saw it, I held mine to be sure it wasn't lost and started gasping for hair. I had a panic attack that instant and thought I was going to die. It didn't seem fair to me though, how could the last thing I saw before my death was a dead man's penis out of the seven wonders of the world?. I managed to press the beep to signal Sarah and the rest was history.
I woke up on a hospital bed the next day, I still get traumatized till this day. Of course he was handed over to the police but I made sure the police didn't mention anything about my company being related to it. Few times after that incident, the police came for my company to ask about fugitives and cases they were trying to solve if they came to me for counseling. I had to threaten to sue them before they backed off.
My next client is here, we will continue later.
"Hello?"
It was a the voice of a young woman in her late 20s.
"Hello,how can I help you today ma'am?"
"Let's have sex" she exclaimed
WHO IS THE NEXT CLIENT?
LET'S FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EPISODE