You Can Bring Your Therapist

The house had been abandoned since December 24th, 1996. The day the family disappeared. I know. I was there. The only survivor that we knew of, all the others gone. I had not been back since my cousins disappeared. I was only three at the time, but I sometimes see glimpses. Men with guns. One has a bandana on his head. The other has an eye that moves out of sync. They are yelling, and the mother is screaming. I wake up from the dream, wondering if I can do this. You can bring your therapist, the police detective told me. I do not know if this will help. But I do show up then next day. The house glares at me, it shows its evil self. I smell death.