I opened up my laptop like right after u added the liar prompt so I’m taking it as a sign 
I rlly wanted too write a spooky story for halloween and this is good practice.
liar
You walk through the terrifyingly intimidating threshold into Dr Anders’ office, settling in on the smaller couch angled towards her desk.
“Hello, Dr. Anders” you begin, unsure how exactly you should proceed.
She looks at you expectantly, “Hello,” giving a short answer as if to lure another response out from you.
You don’t take the bait.
“How would you like to begin today?” Dr Anders continues to stare at you and you feel your nails reaching your lips. “Are you anxious?” she continues, you drop your hands into a ball on your lap.
“I don’t know where to begin.” You stare at the floor. It was the truth, you had so much to say, but you thought to yourself– how the hell am I supposed to say any of this?
“Well, why don’t II ask you this question?” You look up at Dr Anders, awaiting her questions. You were faced with a sort of brain fog this morning. Hopefully her question would clear the skies. “How has your morning been? How is your husband?”
Your face drained in color. “I’m not sure.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “I mean, he’s fine. My morning was fine.” You grabbed the little fidget cube on the end table beside you and keep your eyes trained on it.
Dr Anders curiously looked you over, taking in your shaking leg, fidgeting hands, head hanging low. She sat back in her chair, taking a sip of her drink before engaging. “It was fine? Alright, how was your night yesterday?”
You put down the cube and take a deep breathe, leg still bouncing. “My night… it was our anniversary last night.” Tears began to form in your eyes, you didn’t utter another word. Fearing if you did, the tears would spill. You looked up to Dr Anders, waiting for her response.
“Your anniversary. A happy occasion, no?” Dr Anders gauged your response. Your face pale, grey even, your eyes welling with tears. “How was it?” Your memory was clearing. And the more you recalled, the more stupid you felt for coming today.
“No,” you paused, “A horrible occasion. It was horrible.” You never could lie, especially to Dr Anders. Rocking back and forth in your seat, your hands shaky– you knew what must be done. “Something happened. Something horrible happened.”
“Horrible? Was it your husband? Is he alright?” Dr Anders pen stopped clicking against her clip board, edging close to your side of the room.
“No,” the rocking intensified. “He’s not.” Your fists balled up, a single tear falling down your cheek. “I lied, he’s not fine.”
Dr Anders calm expression was replaced by one of worry. “What?” Was all she could seem to muster.
The tears were free falling, your chest shaking as you sobbed. “Oh, God.” you exhale, “What have I done?”
Dr Anders slowly rose from her desk, hand hovering above her office phone. Her calm demeanor, effective, but slipping, “What happened?”
You took another deep breathe, tears still falling. “It wasn’t what was supposed to happen, Dr Anders. I swear, it wasn’t,” you shook violently as you sobbed. “I didn’t want to hurt him, I love him.”
“What dd you do?” Dr Anders began punching number into her phone, slowly rising the set to her ear– as if not to startle you.
“Oh, if only.” you buried your face in your hands. “If only he hadn’t lied to me.”