Copyright 2009 By Carl Garrett
The scream gradually dried up on his lips. He pried open his eyes, felt salt-sticky wetness on his face (had he been crying?). He realized he'd been under hypnosis a lot longer than usual. "Was it a bad one?" He asked.
Judging by the blood, the horror frozen into his psychiatrist's face, he guessed that it had been.
11/15/09
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