There it stood, alone in the overgrown brush--that horrible building that had cased me untold pain and anguish throughout my entire life. I came back to try to force the memories I had suppresed since childhood to come out, and to try to figure out why an outhouse had dominated my entire existence. I hated going to sleep because I knew I'd wake up screaming again; I knew I would dream about the outhouse again. I had to know what had happened to me there, and I decided to let Dr. Stevenson hypnotize me to find out. Nothing could have prepared me for what he pulled out of the deep recesses of my mind.
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