She crawled forward, grabbing his clothes off the street, then ran as fast as she could towards her home. That's when, while running, she bumped into a man drinking alcohol, and she fell down from the impact.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" The drunken man said.
However, she quickly rose up, her eyes wide from shock, and at this point, the drunken man yelling at her, was the least of her problems. Yuki then ignored the man, as she ran past him to make it back home.
Finally, she burst through the door of her house, and slammed it shut. Once, she did that, Yuki dropped her bag and Kenji's clothes onto the living room floor. Yuki's chest was pounding extremely hard at this point, her breathing was short and irregular.
Then—She looked at the couch and saw that her dolls were missing.
Her blood ran cold as she looked around the living room, heart pounding at the feeling that someone might have broken into her house. Then she heard it—the sound of something being poured onto the floor. It was coming from the kitchen.
She moved toward it, slowly, trying her best not to make a sound.
Yuki then peeked the corner, and saw her dolls moving their stiff bodies, while making some type of circle with weird letters and signs using tomato sauce.
Yuki slapped her hand over her mouth.
Are they... alive?
She peeked again.
The dolls stopped their movement.
Then they started screeching, making a high, broken sound, as they rushed her.
Yuki screamed and ran back into the living room. She grabbed a broomstick and swung it as hard as she could—causing one of the dolls to snap in half on impact.
She turned for the door, but it was too late.
The rest of the dolls dog-piled her and started scratching at her tights using there tiny fingers. Yuki curled into a ball, nails digging into her arms, and screamed at the top of her lungs for this nightmare to stop.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!"
Suddenly, the front door burst open.
Wind blasted into the room, throwing the dolls against the wall, and trash flew across the ceiling.
Yuki opened her eyes, blinking through her tears.
Two people were standing in the doorway. A man and a woman, both dressed in black.
Yuki who was terrified at that moment could only see their backs. But then, the man stepped forward and spoke to her.
"I knew we'd meet again, Little Ayano."
Her whole body froze.
That voice — she remembered it. She didn't know where at first, but as the man walked further into the living room, it hit her.
The therapist...? Yuki thought.
And the woman standing beside him had straight black hair and glasses — that was the same woman from the front desk.
Suddenly, the dolls started moving again.
They grabbed each other. They held on tight.
Their arms twisted. Their legs bent the wrong way.
The dolls pushed into each other, like they were trying to fit into the same skin.
It grew.
Taller.
And taller.
It scraped the ceiling as its transformation was complete.
Two heads formed. One looked like her mother and the other looked like her father. Both faces were missing eyes. Black holes stared back at her.
Then the dolls opened their mouths.
"Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?"
They screamed the same word over and over, like Yuki had done something terrible.
The therapist didn't flinch. He just raised his hand, and a scythe appeared in it.
Yuki's eyes widened in shock.
Then Sasaki turned to look at her and grinned like a monster. It wasn't a normal grin. It was wide and inhuman.
"Two thousand dollars," Sasaki Shin said.
"OKAY! OKAY! FINE! JUST PLEASE DESTROY THAT THING!" she said in a panic.
Sasaki Shin chuckled, almost pleased.
"Excellent. It's a pleasure doing business with you, Little Ayano."
The therapist didn't waste any more time.
He glanced at the woman beside him and gently tapped her shoulder.
"Open the gate."
The receptionist raised her hand and started drawing shapes in the air. The room got colder as wind started picking up in the living room.
Behind the doll spirit, the air cracked open. A small black portal tore into the wall. It wasn't big — just enough to pull anything close to it.
Some of the trash and papers near the spirit got sucked inside. But the heavier stuff — the broken chairs, the couch — stayed where they were, shaking but not moving too much.
The spirit screamed. It dug its claws into the floor, trying to hold on.
Yuki felt the pull too. She stumbled back and grabbed the edge of the doorway.
Her arms shook. Her legs kicked into the air.
The therapist didn't even glance at her.
He kept walking toward the doll spirit, with his scythe in hand.
Then—
One clean swing.
Sasaki's scythe slashed straight through the doll spirit's body.
The doll spirit split in two. Its body started to shrinking fast.
The two heads shrieked as the cut up body of the doll was dragged into the portal.
However, the receptionist wasted no time as she moved her hand once more, causing the portal to slam shut. Sealing the evil spirit in another realm.
Then everything went still. As both, the therapist and receptionist vanish as well.
Yuki didn't know how long she stayed there, still gripping at the doorway.
Her arms felt numb while her legs were shaking. Slowly, Yuki let go of the door and stumbled into the living room.
The house was wrecked. Trash stuck to the walls. The windows were cracked and dirty.
The whole place smelled like dust and rotten food.
Was that real? Did that really just happen? She thought.
Her eyes wandered across the floor, looking at the mess caused by the doll spirit, and that's when she saw it. A piece of paper, lying near the door.
Yuki walked over and picked it up with trembling hands.
There was a note, written in neat handwriting.
Your bill is 2000 USD. You can pay cash or credit. My receptionist will be waiting for you at my clinic.
Sincerely, your therapist—Sasaki Shin.