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>Get into his office and the first thing I see is one of those japanese paper wall things in the far end of the office it was blocking off a good 1/5th of the office space but I couldn’t tell what was behind it
>There were two armchairs, a couch, and atleast 15 spider fern plans all over the place
>These plants were on the walls, by the window, next to all the chairs, the office was relatively small, but there had to be atleast one plant for every square foot of the place
>His office just a back room and was lit with bright florescent lighting, I mean like, the medical grade shit, pure white, it was immediately sensitive to my eyes
>He had a large backpack in where he kept all his "paper work" and didnt have an office phone, just a cell with an app that gave him an extra phone number
>I immediately started to become anxious
>I sit down on the armchair facing his and our session begins, all the while I get more and more anxious for unknown reasons
>I start looking around, I couldnt keep focus
>He had these drawings of eggs on the wall, the kind that you would find in an explorer's notebook where they draw the kinds of eggs they find with notes next to them
>I noticed on the carpet some bar shaped ware marks, which I couldnt figure out what caused them until afterwards I realized the couch was a fold out bed
>The wear marks were parallel to the couch and were placed from what could have been the right side and left corner of where the bed would have folded out
<This is an after thought once I left but he probably fucked his on the bed and thats what made the marks
>He noticed that I noticed the marks too and seemed anxious as well
>We went through the session, I tried to give as little information as I could, but I did give him my address (I was in an apt building) before we even started so fuck my life on that one
>He was clearly not a psych or counselor of any kind, had me fill out "personal expression" worksheets clearly made for children (I was 28) and most of the talking was him asking terrible questions and mirroring what I said
>also he wouldnt stop smelling his finger
>By the end of it I felt like I was going to freak the fuck out even though nothing really scary actually happened
>As we concluded he reached his hand out to shake mine and I really didnt want to but did anyway to keep face
>His hands were really thick, hard and leathery like he was a construction worker or something for a long time, even though his online psych profile says he was a counselor for 30+ years
>I couldnt have gotten out of there faster, I felt like something was stripped off the back of my next for 3 days, I didnt know what happened in there, but all my senses told me something monstrous was going on in there, I felt like I saw someone get murdered right before my eyes
>we arranged a second meeting but I canceled a few days later, he seemd upset but I just hung up on him and blocked his number
>A few days later after that I was heading to the lobby to get a soda around 12am and I saw a dark green car out the front window parked on thefar side of the street facing the opposite way
>As soon as I walked upto the window the lights turned on and the car drove off quickly