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A story about a childhood monster in the bedroom closet

“It’s only 1:30, you’re not scheduled for check-in until 2:03am.” Martin gaped, slack-jawed at the woman, a petite blond.  He didn’t understand her meaning.  A large, marble countertop separated him from the woman.  On it, a brass bell with a little plaque, “Ring for Service.” Aware his mouth hung open, he closed it. The woman [...]

The psychologist sat in the overstuffed, leather chair, one leg crossed ankle to knee, his notebook balanced on his thigh. I sat in the small sofa across from him. A coffee table separated us. He idly scratched the side of his head with the back his pen. “Tell me why you are here.” “I shouldn’t [...]