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An hour after the phone call a knock is heard on the door. Amy was in the kitchen trying to trap Taylor in the cupboard. She stopped and listened to what was going on in the hallway.

“Is this the Walker residence?” a deep voice asked.

“Y-y-yes,” Amy’s mother replied, obviously crying.

“Where is she?” Deep Voice asked. Whispering follows and then the kitchen door swings open. A tall black haired man stood before her.

“Are you here to help with the fly problem?” Amy asked.

“Yes, I’m here to help with the... fly problem,” the man says in a soothing voice.

“Quick! She’s behind your ear!” She exclaimed.

“Yes, I’m sure she is,” he says in a condescending tone. Then he gives a small nod to somewhere behind Amy.

A woman that Amy did not realize was there stuck a long, painful needle into her arm.

Unconsciousness was immediate.

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Amy woke up with a constricting sense around her torso. She tried to put a piece of hair behind her ear but she couldn’t move her arms. She was in a straight jacket! She opened her eyes and all she could see was white. She was in a room with white, padded walls. That could only mean one thing:

Amy was in a mental institution.

Why am I in here? Amy wondered. I just found out that an annoying person was re-incarnated as a stalker fly! 

Bzz…Bzz… Taylor was on the floor. Taylor was the reason she was in this place.

“Taylor!” Amy shrieked, over and over again. “Go away!”

Two uniformed nurses came in.

“Please be quite Amy,” one of the nurses ordered, “or we will be forced to take measures we do not want to take.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Amy yelled as loud as she could. “COME ON! TAYLOR IS RIGHT THERE! JUST FREAKIN STEP ON HER AND ALL THIS CAN BE DONE WITH!” 

“Give her a sedative,” said one of the nurses. They held her down so she could move even less.

“Let go of me!” Amy screamed. The needle had reached her arm.

The fly flew up to Amy’s face.