《In Between - A supernatural thriller》


 In Between - A supernatural thriller

    "My mom always told me, ¡®Mirrors can¡¯t eat people¡¯, when I came running to her in the middle of the¡­. I had many nightmares. As a child."


    I was looking at my psychiatrist, Dr. Williams, who was smiling at me encouragingly. He wore light beige linen clothing, which fitted him very well. He exuded an aura of calmness, which made me want to trust him. I wanted to tell him what had happened to me. That nothing of this was my fault.


    When I didn¡¯t talk for a while, he slightly raised his eyebrows, indicating that I should continue. "But you see, she never really listened to¡­" There was a bird flying around in front of the window. It had such beautiful feathers.


    "Timothy." Dr. Williams spoke in his deep and soothing voice. "Why didn¡¯t your mother listen?"


    I looked at him, drawn away from the bird by his question. "Well, she said I needed to be strong. That only little kids were afraid of their¡­" I paused for a moment to chew on my lips. "That only little kids still peed in their¡­" My head was itching horribly. "I need to be strong, you see. Or else I won¡¯t make it. I will never be¡­ You know." I started scratching my head. It just itched so much. "And I¡¯ve been a good boy. I¡¯ve been strong. I never told anyone anymore what was going on in my¡­ And my mother, you know."


    A cold sweat ran down my back as a sudden realization kicked in. "She is here somewhere, right? She is listening if I¡­ It was just a joke, you know. I wasn¡¯t serious."


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    "It¡¯s fine, Timothy. Your mother isn¡¯t here. Here, hold my hands." He stretched out his big hands, waiting for me to take them. It took me some time, but I stopped scratching and laid my hands on his. It felt good. It helped me stabilize my turbulent mind.


    "She really isn¡¯t?" I asked sceptically. She was everywhere. She had to be here somewhere. Watching me. Always watching me if I said or did something wrong.


    "She really isn¡¯t" Dr. Williams said in his calm voice, pressing my hands gently. "Your mother died a few years ago. Remember? You told me about her funeral. She cannot be here."


    Yes, the funeral. She was dead. She couldn¡¯t watch me anymore. Right?


    "I have to know Timothy." He told me while looking straight into my eyes. "I¡¯ve been asking you what happened to the people that vanished. So what is the connection between them and your nightmares?"


    This was a dangerous question. But I was safe here. There were no mirrors. I could tell him. "It has to do with everything." My voice and mind were suddenly surprisingly clear, and my thoughts only focused on what I wanted to say. "The mirror. My mother lied. Mirrors can eat people. My mirror can, at least."


    Dr. Williams looked at me skeptically for a moment before his soothing smile returned to his face. "Alright, I believe you. So how about you tell me now how all of this started. How all of your co-workers disappeared. Are you ok with that?" he asked me in a slow and gentle voice.


    I looked around nervously. I had to be sure that there were no reflecting surfaces in this room. I walked around for a moment, searching every nook and cranny of the room. But I couldn¡¯t find any. The room didn¡¯t even have windows. Just comfortable chairs with a table and a couch. Nothing more, nothing less.


    I felt relieved and returned to Dr. Williams, who had been waiting for me patiently.


    "I felt very nervous, and I was sweating profusely." But somehow I found the courage to talk.


    "Alright." I said this while trying to swallow with a dry mouth. "I will tell you."

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    "Are you ready for another session about your memories?" asked Dr. Williams with a soft smile. He put on his reading glasses and took a file from the blue table to his right.


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    "I¡¯m glad to hear that, Timothy." He said in his deep and gentle voice. "Does the medication help you?"


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    "Maybe


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    "And never forget." Dr. Williams continued in a more serious voice. "Your mother isn¡¯t here anymore. She has no power over you. These are justJust


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    "We.. we did practice?" I asked him confusedlyreally


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    "Yes Timothy. I know your memories trigger you, but we have to analyze them. You also want to know what happened to these people, right?" Dr. Williams told me while searching for eye contact with me.


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    I looked him in the eyes for a second and nodded. I really


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    "So then, let¡¯s talk about your girlfriend. Tell me about what she said to you the day after¡­" he looked over his file again for a moment. "The day after Carl disappeared."


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    "You don¡¯t look so well, my dear." Jasmine told me in a concerned voice. She even stood up from her reception desk and walked around it to hold my hand. It was excruciating. Why did she have to do this in public?


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    "I am fine." I told her with a smile while my stomach churned. "Why are you asking such a silly question?"


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    Jasmine looked a little startled and opened and closed her mouth for a few moments like a stupid fish. "But you¡­" she hesitated and looked over to Susan, who very obviously tried to listen to their conversation


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    I grated my teeth and swallowed down the anger that bubbled up inside of me. "I didn¡¯t have a fight with Carl. Why would you say something like this? Do you want to spread rumors about me?" I asked her with a disappointed look.


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    No, of course not." She said hastilyjustjust


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    "I never thought you would think something like that about me. Carl and I are friends. I would never do something to him." I told her while backing away to a soothing distance.


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    No, I never¡­" she said in a panicked voice, but I had already turned around.


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    "Give me a moment for myself." I whispered in a sad voice and went over to the elevator. From the corner of my eye, I saw Susan hiding her smile with a document she held in front of her face. What a revolting person.


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    I went into the elevator and was luckily alone again. I crouched down and started breathing heavilyjust cease


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    I looked over to the mirror, sweat perling down my face. My mother stood towering right next to me. She was looking down at my crouched-down figure with disgust in her face. "You are a disappointment." She spat and slapped me in the face. Her sharp nails scratched over my cheek, and I felt the burning pain of freshly


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    "Fix it." She told me with barely


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    "Yes m-mother." I stuttered, while at the same time dreading what would come next. Another slap hit me square in the face, ripping even more wounds into it. "And stop stuttering. You are no imbecile. You are MY child, and you will not embarrass ME."


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    "Yes mother." I pressed out, entirelyhastily


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    "Morning everyone!" I shouted into the room as usual. And as usual, the people cheerfully


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    My head and heart pounded while I joked around and smiled at people on my way to my office. Finally, at my office, my smile melted away like snow in the summer. I let out a shaky breath and started working.


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    First, I answered all the concerned emails from the participants of yesterday''s meeting. I told them that it was probablywas knownJust


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    Luckily, nobody said anything about me having a fight with Carl. Which was very reassuring. My reputation might still be saveable.


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    My day went by quicklywas concernedjust


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    When I stepped into the empty toilet, I breathed a sigh of relief. It smelled bad in here, and it was horribly


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    I crouched down for a while to calm my nervous heart and steel my nerves. It was time to get evaluated.


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    I went over to the sink and took one last deep breath before looking into the mirror.


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    For a moment, I thought that my mother stood farther away than usual. But it wasn¡¯t her.


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    An obese person was hanging in the air. Their limps were twistednearlyjust nearly


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    I wasn¡¯t able to breathe anymore. With a gaping mouth, I turned around in horror. But there was nothing there.


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    I took a shuddering breath and walked to the center of the room. There was nothing there.


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    I tried to calm myself with a trembling breath. There was no way that Carl would be here. Especially not looking like this. My fantasy must have played a little trick on my mind again.


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    I turned around to look in the mirror again, not wanting to let my mother wait any longer. But there he was again. Hanging right beside me. I felt something cold and wet touch my cheek, and I jerked back while gagging.


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    I lost my balance and slipped to the ground. I landed with a quiet splash and hurried to get to my feet again. I looked down at myself, only to see that I was drenched


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    I gagged again and immediately swallowed the vomit that was coming up my throat. This was justJust


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    With a fluttering heart, I left the toilet again, leaving bloody footprints behind me.


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    This was justjustjust


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    A scream shocked me out of my mantra, and I looked to the side. At the end of a hallway, my secretary looked at me with utter horror written on her face.


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    "That will never go out." I mumbled in disappointment while looking at the bloody stains on the driver''s seat of my car. "I guess I¡¯ll have to put a rug on it or something for the time being."


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    With a slight sigh, I closed up my car and hastily


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    When I came home, I pulled off my clothes as if they were on fire and stuffed them into a garbage bag. I grabbed my shoe brush and ran into the bathroom to wash myself.


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    I scrubbed myself with the rough brush until my skin felt like it would just


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    With reddened and scratched-up skin, I came out of the shower. I finally felt clean again.


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    This day had been so exhausting. All this convinced me that everything was fine. My neck had probably


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    "Damn it, Jasmine." I swore in a quiet voice and went to open the door with a smile.


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    Jasmine stood there in a wide coat. She had made herself pretty. Her hair was artfullyseductively


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    "Can I come in?" she said in a sultry voice, her lips trembling a little.


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    "Sure." I told her with a smile and stepped to the side.


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    Jasmine hastily


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    She came back and looked me a bit sheepishly


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    I couldn¡¯t hold back a scoff, and my face contorted in disgust. "I would never. Are you accusing me of cheating on you?"


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    "No!" she said in a loud voice. I angrilyjust


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    I had to force myself not to jerk back when I saw that she wore lingerie underneath her. Only naughty girls wore something like that to seduce good boys. Luckily, there was no mirror in the entrance.


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    "I thought this might cheer you up." She said it again in a sultry voice while emphasizing her near-naked body.


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    "Why would I need to be cheeredbarely


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    Jasmine shrank together like my words had hit her physicallywas interrupted by


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    "Is this your excuse? You always insult and question me, and you think you can make it up with sex?" I grabbed her by her neck and screamed directly


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    "I am so sorry." She started sobbing and tried to pull my hand away. "Please, you are hurting me."


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    "Not good enough!" I screamed at her, while gripping her even harder.


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    "I just


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    Her last sentence hit my mind like a truck. She heard I injured myself?


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    I ran into the bathroom and pulled off my clothes again. I checked my whole body, but there were no wounds.


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    "What happened to you? You are full of scratches. Don¡¯t tell me, you and your secretary¡­" Jasmine spoke in a trembling voice while holding her bruised neck.


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    "Nothing!" I shouted back, trying to dress myself again.


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    "Please just


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    "I said it was nothing!" I screamed while walking towards her with a cold rage inside of me.


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    "Good morning, everyone! Even though today is a beautiful day again, we have something more serious to discuss today. A man went missing the other day and¡­"


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    With a grunt, I switched off the radio alarm and sat up with a stiff body.


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    "Timothy." I heard a soft voice from my side. I looked over in confusion, only to see a strange man sitting in front of me. "I think


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    "What?" I asked the man, pulling my sheets protectively


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    "You are not in your bed, Timothy. You are on a chair, right in front of me." The main said in his low voice.


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    I looked down in confusion, only to see that he was right. I really


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    I looked up again, only to see a troubled expression on Dr. William¡¯s face, which disappeared as soon as I saw it. He didn¡¯t smile, and he also didn¡¯t look relaxed anymore.


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    "Do you remember the moment when your mother died?" he asked me in a low voice.


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    "My what? My mother isn¡¯t dead. What are you talking about?" I asked him angrilyextremely


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    But he didn¡¯t stop there. "You found your mother hanging in the bedroom of your parents. And your father was beating her with¡­"


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    He didn¡¯t come any further because I jumped out of my chair and grabbed him by the collar. "Stop lying! That is not true!" I screamed into his face. Fear was openly


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    "Stop lying! Stop lying! Stop lying!" I screamed at him over and over again before I felt a painful sting in my neck.


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    I turned around in confusion, only to see two men pulling me off of Dr. Williams.


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    My sight started to swim, and I could barely

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