Thanks Giving 2024 (C) "See you Crow..."

 "I don't know how-rather what sort of blood was in the sacred bowls where 'their holy water' was."

She looked at the clock on the wall. She was telling herself she was bored with his story that had to be psychotic from his obvious drug use. None of it was true. "He asked all of the girls that were so infatuated with his presence, 'What is your name?' He had them in a line of thirteen. Ordered them to be unclothed as he wrote different sigils in blood above their hearts. A different symbol for each girl in attendance. But she noticed he had a different seductive tone with her as he asked her what her name was. She thought he was totally willing until the time came. 'My name is Katherine?'" That look in his eyes actually trespassed through her. "How did he know things she could not know or not yet know?" Surely it was a psychic vampire technique. "'No my sweet child. Your name is Crow. You Are My Messenger. You will come back to me.'"

Then he stopped talking. And she was so frightened that she didn't want to breathe or have such a loud heartbeat. If he heard either one, she knew she would be violated.

"Is that all you have to tell me?" She tried to no avail for her voice to sound professional and not cracking with fear. 

"Hand me a sheet of paper and a pen." Thus, she blacked out. Lost Consciousness. Opened her eyes. Now he had the yellow legal pad and her pen. 

"MY GOD HELP ME!" Mental patients shouldn't have the notes that were taken about them.

"We are going to travel time, Crow," he said as he handed the yellow pad and pen back to her. 

Scribed above her notes were strange occultist symbols. Sigils she had hoped never to see again. She couldn't show the doctor her notes now. She would definitely be reprimanded.

"See you Crow..."

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