In the corner of listening and glass there lays a small bar called The Listener’s Glass. There are only two employees who work there. I run the bar and a part-time student who works so that he can pay for his college. Most of the time I’m in the bar all alone, and a lot of really sketchy people like to walk into the bar. Although they make for the best stories.

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Today a familiar face walked into my bar. As a pretty remote pub, I get very few regulars, and this face was one that I hadn’t seen in a while. She came over and sat at the bar. She always gives me the craziest stories, and I never know whether or not to believe them. Especially since she always tells me that she travels all the way from Oklahoma City just to see me. I live in Lubbock for crying out loud. Oklahoma’s got to be at least ten hours away from here.

“I’ve got a hell of a story for you today.” The familiar face started talking. “I know you probably won’t believe me, but I killed someone again… well, my other self... killed again, is more like it.”

I poured a glass of water for my ‘friend’ and she just fiddled with the cup between her hands.

“It was someone I actually knew this time. The guy just made her so mad! I don’t know what came over her… I’m sorry… she came over me. It’s just that the thing he did was so annoying that she had to come out and... she needed to see his blood.”

The familiar face started to smile to herself at the thought of her most ‘recent kill’ but I never know if it’s real. Like what the hell is she even talking about?

“I just can’t stand this anymore. I’m not even in control of my own body. He just made…he’s so infuriating that she came out and killed him. She came out and took his life… there was so much blood.”

The familiar face looked down at her water and I could tell something was going on in her head, but I am pretty sure that she is going a little crazy… scratch that, a lot crazy. Although sometimes there is a faint glimmer in her eyes that tells me that she is not lying about killing all of those people, yet somehow I still can’t believe her.

“I should probably get some help” the familiar face started to ramble. “I should probably see a doctor about this, but I might get sent to jail or something. I don’t want to go there. I can’t go there… she wouldn’t like that, and then everyone would be in danger.”

I looked up at the girl and stared her in the eyes. “Help is always a good thing, but you know that you can get professional help in a way that might not get you sent to jail.” That is if she actually did the things that she said she did.

“I know that, but there is no way they wouldn’t report me. Plus she is so good at covering up her kills that I don’t think that she will ever be caught anyways. At most I would be sent to a mental institute, and she definitely would not like that.”

“Well, it’s been a while since she appeared. How did you keep her at bay for so long?”

“Hypnotism” the familiar face answered with no hesitation. Almost like if it was the only logical answer. “I had the hypnotist have me forget about her. She was buried deep into my subconscious until that idiot had to go and ruin everything by being so damn rude!”

“Why don’t you try hypnotism again then?”

“I tried it before I came here. She saw it coming and killed the hypnotist before I could stop her… as if I could stop her.” The familiar face sighed and then downed her water before walking off without another word. I don’t know why I let her into my bar when she never actually buys anything, but she sure has the craziest stories.