TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SELF HARM! FEEL FREE TO SKIP IF YOU DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH IT!

Late that evening

Nel lights the sage with a lighter and walks around the house blowing smoke in every corner of every room in the house.

After what Connie said about spirits before she left, Nel couldn't get it off her mind.

To help ease herself and her nerves, she did a cleansing on the house herself.

As she walks around the house, she discovers a drop down ladder to the attic that she never noticed before.

She then decided to pull the ladder down and look to see what's in the attic the previous owners have left up there.

Nel walks up the creaky old ladder and into the attic and uses her hands to guide her along the dark creepy room.

She then finds a string to pull for the lights to turn on.

She pulls it and the first thing she sees in front of her is a rubber suit complete with a rub mask, chained to the wall.

Her screams are heard through the entire house.

Mike quickly comes running from their bedroom up to the attic to see what's going on.

"What happened?" Mike asks out of the breath.

Nel points at the suit as she looks at him.

He looks at the suit and laughs.

"Oh, I guess these guys were into the kinky stuff huh?" Mike says.

"Maybe I should put i-"

"What happened?" Mitch says walking into the attic.

"Holy shit!" Mitch says with a laughing smile as he sees the suit.

"Maybe you should get rid of it." Nel says leaving the attic.

Mike stares at it for a moment and then unhinged it from the wall to take outside to the trash can.

                                               **

Mike has started his first therapy session from his new home office with his first client in Los Angles.

The new client's name is Scott Hoying.

A quiet boy how keeps to himself and looks like a young Kurt Cobain.

"So, Scott these fantasies started two years ago? Three years ago? What?" Mike says.

"Two years ago. It's always the same. It...it always starts the same way?" Scott says.

"How? Tell me." Mike asks.

"I prepare for the noble war. I'm calm. I know the secret. I know what coming and I know no one can stop me including myself." Scott says.

"Do these people have any meaning to you or are they kind to you?" Mike asks.

"I kill the people I like." Scott says.

Mike continues to write down details that Scott is tell him about his dreams as he continues to talk about them.

"Some of the beg for their lives. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live in. It's a filthy god damn world and I honestly feel like I'm helping them by taking them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run in the streets. I'm helping to take them somewhere clean and kind!" Scott says staring into space.

The longer he goes into details with Mike the more intense Scott's words become.

"There's something about all that blood. I drown in it. And the Indians believe that blood holds all the bad spirits. They would hold ceremonies once a month and cut themselves to let the bad spirits go free. There's something smart about that. Very smart I like that." Scott says.

Scott has a small smile as he talks about the Indians and their rituals.

He pauses a minute and sees a vision of himself behind Mike with blood dripping down his face.

He looks away and then looks back to Mike for answers.

"So you think I'm crazy?" Scott asks.

"No." Mike says softly.

Scott smiles a little and turns his attention back to Mike.

"I think you're creative and I think you have a lot of pain you're not dealing with." Mike says.

The small smile quickly drops from Scott's face.

"My mother's probably worried about me right?" Scott asks.

"I'm sure she is." Mike says.

"She's horrible. She cheated on my dad with the guy next door. My dad found out and he left. He left me alone with a horrible person. Can you imagine!? How sick is that!?" Scott says getting more angry with each word he says.

"I've heard a lot worse."

"Cool! Can you tell me some? I like stories." Scott asks.

"No. I can't." Mike says.

"The world is a filthy place! It's a filthy god damn horror show! There's so much pain you know? There's so much!" Scott says.

                                              **

Well Mitch is alone in his bathroom, he swipes a blade across his wrist once just a little bit and watches the blood drop down on the sink.

He makes another cut right above the first one.

And another one.

He only does this because he thinks if he does, his life will get better.

"You're doing it wrong. If you're trying to kill yourself, cut vertically. They can't stitch that up." Scott says watching Mitch in the mirror.

Mitch turns around and it's kind of scared of the fact Scott was watching him.

"How'd you get in here?" Mitch asks.

"If you're trying to kill yourself, you might also wanna try locking the door." Scott says before closing the bathroom door.