I didn't want to talk to the stupid doctor but I decided I didn't have a choice. Mom said that I had to and that it would help me. I wasn't looking forward to it but if if I played along I would be able to get out of there.

Around noon the second day that I was there I went into Dr. Palker 's office. I figured that we would chat for a little while and then he would send me back to my room. I wasn't expecting what I found.

Dr. Palker was sitting at his desk looking over my claw.

Shit! My mind screamed. My mom must have found it. That must have been why she sent me here in the first place. That was what this was all about. They knew I had done something with the claw and they just wanted to know what I had done. My mom must have thought I killed those boys.

"Sit down Freddy," Dr. Palker said nodding to the chair in front of his desk.

I walked across the room and sat down in the chair.

"Where did you get this?" He asked setting the claw down on the desk.

"I made it," I explained.

"How?" Dr. Palker asked making a note on the pad in front of him. "Where did you get the idea?"

What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to tell him I saw it in a dream? Was I supposed to tell him I had used it in another life to kill children?

"I saw it in a dream," I said.

"A dream?" he asked writing more.

"Yes," I stated. "I saw myself killing a little girl with it."

"How did you make it?" Dr. Palker asked.

Oh well. Might as well tell the truth. There's no way I could go around that one.

"I went into the school while it was closed and used their welding tools," I admitted.

"There is blood on it," he said pointing to the red dots on the blades. "Who does it belong to?"

"I don't know," I lied.

"Is it yours?" he asked.

"No," I answered.

"Look," Dr. Palker said. "You can honest with me. I'm not going to turn you over to the police. You can trust me."

I wanted to tell him the truth but how could I know he was telling the truth?

"I promise," Dr. Palker said as if he could read my mind.

"Alright," I said and took a deep breath. What did I have to lose? "I killed Jimmy and Mark."

"How did you do it?" he asked. "Did you kill both of them with the claw?"

"No," I answered. "I killed Jimmy with a knife."

"How did you do it?" Dr. Palker asked. "Your mother said that you were locked in your room."

"You aren't going to believe this but I did it through my dreams," I admitted.

He had to have thought I was crazy. That was all I could think as Dr. Palker looked at me over the edge of his glasses.

"What did you just say?" he asked.

"I can dream leap," I explained. "I know you aren't going to believe it but I can go into other people's dreams."

"You can cause real pain in your dreams?" Dr. Palker asked putting the pad aside.

"Yes," I said. "I can and I know it sounds crazy."

"I know who you are," the doc said.

"You do?" I asked and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know how this happened," he explained. "But you always said that you would always be able to find a way back."

"How can you know about me?" I asked leaning across the desk. "No one else seems to remember my rein of terror."

"Just like before," Dr. Palker said. "We made the kids forget you. It isn't that hard. Now listen to me. You don't have to kill people. You don't have to do this."

"I don't?" I asked.

I wanted to believe it so bad but I couldn't. I was put on the earth with a job to do and that job was to keep killing.

"Go on back to your room," Dr. Palker said. "You look like you could use some sleep."

"You aren't going to tell my mom are you?" I asked as I stood up. "I don't think she could handle it or understand it."

"No," Dr. Palker said. "What you said is between us. We'll only tell someone else when the need to do so takes over."

"Thank you," I said and walked out of the room.

Whoot! Only one more chapter and trust me it is going to be the best. This chapter was a lot long than I thought it was going to be.