Renee Johnson sat with a therapist. She had miraculously survived the accident in her car, but now she was spiralling out of control. That is why she sought the help of a professional, to find out if she was really going crazy, or perhaps it was something worse.
Martha Wells (Professional Therapist): So, did the police ever find this mysterious doctor? (The therapist asked, readying her book to jot down Renee's responses)
Renee Johnson: I went through the trouble of filing a police report against him, but it turns out that he doesn't exist. No one in the hospital staff matched his description, so naturally the case was dismissed. Everyone just thought I was crazy... But, I know what I saw! What I experienced! What I felt! (Renee explained with a tremble in her voice)
Martha Wells: Haven't you considered that it could have all just been an illusion. One brought about by your injuries and the overall stress of the situation. (The therapist explained away)
Renee Johnson: Maybe, maybe that's true. But that doesn't explain what happened to me yesterday, and what's been happening to me ever since I left that damn hospital! (Renee explained in anger)
Martha Wells: Tell me, what happened? (The therapist asked, adjusting her glasses a bit)
Renee Johnson: I was attacked yesterday? (Renee tells her)
Martha Wells: Attacked? By who? (The therapist questioned)
Renee Johnson: It's something crazy. You wouldn't believe me if I told you. (Renee admits)
Martha Wells: This is a safe place, Renee. You can tell me anything here. My job is to try and help you, not judge you. (Jessica gently explains)
Renee Johnson: (Sighs) The bus. (Renee tells her)
Martha Wells: Bus? (Martha asks)
Renee Johnson: That damn blue bus! The one that crashed into my car! It's been haunting me for weeks now, and I can't escape it! I thought I was just traumatized, but yesterday changed all of that!... I was attacked by a monster, and that thing almost killed me! (Renee explained in a state of panic, with tears literally pouring down her eyes)
Martha Wells: How did you survive? (The therapist asked, looking for details)
Renee Johnson: It just... disappeared... All the damage was gone, all of my injuries were gone. It was like it never happened... But I know that what I saw was real! Please you have to believe me, everything I'm telling you is true! (Renee pleaded with tears still in her eyes)
Martha Wells: I'm sorry, Miss Johnson... But I'm afraid that I can't believe your story... What you experienced was a full state of panic, brought about by the traumatic event you suffered from. None of it was real, and I believe that with more sessions, and some medications, you could get better... What do you say? (The middle aged woman asked gently, but her words felt like acid to Renee)
Renee Johnson: Yeah, thanks. Thanks for listening to me, and being straight with me... I know I can get through this, and I will! (Renee said as she wiped away her tears, heading out of the therapist office with a fake smile on her face)
After waiting for a few moments, the kind smile on the face of the therapist suddenly disappeared, becoming a heavy look of anger on her face. She then picked up her phone, and dialed the number named MS.
"Hello Martha, how are you doing today?" (A male voice asked)
Martha Wells: I've found one! That bastard is already back to his old tricks!... This one is new. (Martha told the man on the phone)
"If you called more frequently, you would know that he has been back at it for a while now. Five new ones, that we know of at least... With yours that makes six. (The man explained)
Martha Wells: Why though, why is he doing this?! (Martha asked angrily)
"I wish I knew the answer to that question, perhaps then we might be able to stop him. But for now all we can do is help those that he has cursed, so that they don't end up dead." (The man tells her)
Martha Wells: Normally I would never do this, but I have to protect her... I'll send you all of her information, please find and help her before it's too late. (Martha urges the man)
"Do not worry, Martha. I will put the twins on the job. They won't allow a single hair on her head to be harmed." (The man assured)
Martha Wells: (Relieved Sigh) Thank you, Mr Smith. I'll be in touch. (Martha tells him)
"Please, try to." (Mr Smith said before he hung up the phone)... (Sighs) I really wish I knew why you were doing this... You menace. (The older gentleman said with a scowl)
Next: Haunted By Memories