I dont remember when the hallucinations started, but they were awful. The fire and crash and pain. My dad told me to see the doctor or a phyciatrist, but I didn't like the thought of appearing sick for these images in my mind.
Finally, after years, my dad convinced me to go to a therapist. He told me I had PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He said the cause was the car crash where my parents died.
He gave me some medicine, and eventually, the hallucinations dissapeared, along with my dad.
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Short StoryAll written by me, creepy stories. I might do some from experiences I've had. I have some creepy two sentence ones I'll do in one chapter. (Edit: A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE SEEN OTHER PEOPLE DO A FEW OF THESE, I PROMISE IF YOU HAVE SEEN SOMEONE ELSE WITH...
