In the hot seat... or memories of "Rabbit"

 I sit slumped in the dentist's chair, my hands clenched convulsively in the armrests, and I'm sweating like a New Guinea pig. Even if the possession is uncomfortable, I hardly notice it, because I am afraid of the next moments. Suddenly, I feel the air in the doctor's office ripple and a female figure appears at the very edge of my peripheral vision. I turn my head curiously. Do not see her face - it is covered by a black hood. But I already know...