One Week (8)

Lincoln is in Doctor Pierce’s office, fidgeting. Doctor Pierce is a middle aged psychiatrist with smooth dark hair and lazy eyes. He observes his patient with interest, waiting for him to talk.

“I saw them again,” Lincoln starts. “Last night…”

“Them?” Doctor Pierce questions. “You saw more than one person this time?”

Lincoln runs his fingers through his hair. Unbeknownst to him, Doctor Pierce glances at a small vase on the desk. There’s a tiny camera and a mic hidden in it. Nathan is hiding in the toilet, listening to the conversation through headphones.

“My mom was there,” Lincoln admits. “She was whispering something. I don’t know what it was! Her lips were moving. Next to her was my old coach, Nelson. He died of a heart attack a few years ago!”

“I see,” Pierce says and notes on a paper. “You keep seeing them. Why? What’s the reason?”

“I-I was close to them,” Lincoln stammers.

“How did your mother die? You mentioned that she passed away five years ago.”

“She…she was killed by