Fiona looked at the door before her with a feeling of dread. Her stomach was churning, her new habit of swallowing sleeping pills at night and not eating much during the day not helping her feelings of extreme anxiety then. She had circles under her eyes, and a paleness around her that looked anything but healthy. Even while dressed nicely in a beige jumper and black skinny jeans, she looked ill and not quiet put together. She had almost canceled the appointment, but the idea of not knowing for sure if she was insane or not was making her crazy… or even crazier. So there she stood with three of her composition notebooks, the pages filled with notes and writings about which spirits she’d seen in the last few years, and details about them. Some even had little drawings in the margins to show faces or tattoos she’s noticed.
She closed her eyes for a moment, composing herself before gently knocking on the door.