A Call From Dr. Frey

I apologize for not updating either my blog or my video channel all that much. I've been pretty depressed for a long while and it doesn't look like it's going away any time soon. I don't want to be a broken record, since you all know what's been going on.

Nine days after the funeral, Dr. Frey called me on my cell to see how I was. He was very concerned about me, asking various questions about my mental state.

"I know that this is all so troubling for you, Elizabeth," he said calmly. "I did everything I could to help her, everything and more. This tragedy is weighing heavily on my mind, as well. The only solace in any of this is that she is at peace. Catherine told me that you're a firm believer in Heaven, so here is what I want you to do: turn to your faith for comfort. Pray for her and yourself.

"Dr. Frey," I said weakly, "Do you think that there is something that we're missing? Maybe it wasn't a suicide at all; maybe someone killed her. I can't believe that she would do such a thing."

"Killed her?" he repeated, "no, I don't believe so. It's unfortunate to say, but it is an open and shut case of suicide. She most likely drove off long enough to get out of the state, then probably hitchhiked her way across the country to Arizona. She was emaciated, wasn't she? Her deteriorating mind must have turned against her and...well..." Dr. Frey didn't finish the sentence.

I continued, "But they never found the knife that she used. Why is that? And why go to Arizona, of all places?"

"I can't answer those questions, and as for the knife, it is curious that it wasn't recovered. The police searched the place high and low and found nothing, I heard. The wound on her belly still remains unexplained. Everyone is puzzled by it, even the police. But cases like these happen, Elizabeth. I can't guess as to who did it or why. Perhaps a wild animal? Yes, that could be it. Though I'm too unfamiliar with that area to make a proper assessment." the doctor finished.

Tears forming in my eyes quickly as I swallowed a lump in my throat. "What do you think about the creature Catherine was seeing? I know that she was going as far as to draw the damn thing, over and over and over again.

"I can tell you this: there is no Fear Dubh. No Tall Man, no...whatever people want to call it. It's all fiction, products of an overactive imagination. Catherine was seriously ill and hallucinating this thing."

"But I think I saw it, too!"

He paused for a moment,"How recently was this? Have you seen it since?"

"I saw it before Catherine...went away. It was standing under the streetlight, though it wasn't doing anything. I haven't seen it since then, though."

"Elizabeth, listen to me. I don't want you to forget Catherine and all the good times you had with her, but I do want you to forget about this Fear Dubh. It's a made up boogeyman invented by frustrated parents to keep their children from misbehaving. Anyone who claims to have seen it is either looking for attention or in dire need of psychiatric help. Please don't drive yourself mad trying to put the pieces together," he pleaded with me. "Focus on yourself, on your friends and family. On your education!"

"I will, I promise. But there's something else I need to tell you. At the wake and funeral, I saw three strange looking women. I never saw them before until then. What do you think of that?"

The doctor let out a long sigh, "They were most likely death enthusiasts. You know the type: go to funerals, wear all black, write poetry pertaining to how useless life is. I'm sure they do this all the time. They didn't cause a riot, did they?"

"No, thank God. They just stood there, watching it all happen."

"Well then, I recommend that you forget about those girls. If they didn't cause trouble, then it's for the best you put them out of your thoughts. And your seeing this black creature only tells me that Catherine's illness must have affected you in some way, a foile a deux, if you will. If this happens again, call me and I'll have someone pencil in an appointment."

I nodded, "Alright, I'll make sure to remember that. Even though I'm still curious about whatever Catherine was obsessing over. I'm still trying to find that book she bought."

"Elizabeth, I'm being completely serious. Don't go chasing fairy tales." he was very stern, adamant that I not do any more research on it. "You won't find anything and you'll only be wasting your time."

"Okay. I won't, Doctor. Thanks for yo--"

"Don't do it."

"Alright, I understand. Thank you the--"

"Don't."

"Okay! I get it, Doctor. I'll...I'll  forget about it."

"You're very welcome. I have to get going now, another patient is due in ten minutes. We'll talk another time, alright? Have a lovely day and think positive."

And with that, the call ended.

Three Women

Here is the video that I promised to put out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XL_OotuunU8

The women that I saw were very strange and very quiet. They didn't say a word or interact with anyone, but I did see them smirk a few times.

It seemed that my girls and I were the only ones who noticed them. Florence said that she should've gone and talked to them, if only to find out what their deal was. I wanted to, as well, but I just didn't have the energy to do much of anything but mourn.