“The darkest deeds are sometimes masked behind good intentions.” – Anonymous writer
I lay there looking. Puzzled, dazed, and terrified. I looked up to this man, since my parents passing. This shrink of mine. He was the family doctor for eleven years, and even so after my parents died.
I stood up and sprinted down the stairs in disbelief only to find him standing by the main door leading into the house.
His mouth moved but I didn’t hear anything. He screamed, but nothing came out of his mouth.
Then his face went ghostly pale, and his eyes turned as black as an abyss.
“You’ve been dead for the last three minutes.” He said eerily. “We’re both dead, but only one of us can return.”
As an only child at nineteen, the death of my parents had sent a large part of my mind into shock. For the last six months I was feeling numb, and heavily suicidal.
My father’s last words to me were,
“In the event it comes for you, Hamashiach will save you.”
I had no idea what that meant. I was too heartbroken to heed attentively.
After they passed, I had no family, and no friends. The closest to a relative was my aunt, but she was in an asylum somewhere in Europe.
The only man I knew was our family doctor, Dr. James Haze.
Weird name, I always wondered. Especially since he was a psychologist.
Dr. Haze had been seeking to have a therapy session with me for the last six months. I found it odd, because he never cared much about me when my folks were alive. I wondered why he cared now.
“Come on in, Alex.” He said even before I knocked on the door to his office at the top of his country home just outside the city.
I entered tentatively, unsure of what to say or do. Everything felt awkward. What was even creeping me out was that there was no one at the main door when I arrived at his house, yet I confidently walked through and found his office without having anyone guide me.
It was almost like I just knew where to go.
“I won’t waste your time.” He said. “ If you’ll just lie here; we’ll get started right away.”
He pointed to the sofa, and made me stretch my full body length on it.
“Close your eyes, and just listen to the ringing in my voice.”
Before I could ask what ringing, my voice trailed off as a loud gong sounded in my head, knocking me out unconscious.
A few minutes later, my eyes flickered open to the scenery of his office, but something felt off.
“How does it feel to be dead, Alex?” Came Dr. Haze’s eerie voice.
I lay there looking. Puzzled, dazed, and terrified. I looked up to this man, since my parents passing. This shrink of mine. He was the family doctor for eleven years, and even so after my parents died.
I stood up and sprinted down the stairs in disbelief only to find him standing by the main door leading into the house.
His mouth moved but I didn’t hear anything. He screamed, but nothing came out of his mouth.
Then his face went ghostly pale, and his eyes turned as black as an abyss.
“You’ve been dead for the last three minutes.” He said eerily. “We’re both dead, but only one of us can return.”
With my heart throbbing painfully, I started to step back in fear. And just when the man was about to grab hold of me, I screamed.
“Hamashiach!”
The word saved me. For I immediately woke up in my room, sweating on my bed.
This wasn’t a dream, for I had only left the house about an hour ago. Something pulled me out from whatever diabolical hex Dr. Haze had on me.
Something, or Someone.
Whoever it was, coupled with events of the last twenty minutes, triggered me into having heart gnawing questions about the paranormal.
