"Did something else happen after that?"
"Yeah... She... she said something was following her again. She said she saw the bike move, and that the thing wasn't dead. I went with her to look from the bridge, and the bike was still lying down there. Part of it was buried in the silt. She said there had to be more than one of them. The way she looked... I really... I stayed with her for a while, but she just kept getting... crazier and crazier. I really had no choice... I couldn't do anything..."
"Did you take her to the hospital?"
"I asked my mother-in-law to stay with her. She wasn't admitted. We did take her to the hospital. I didn't dare tell the doctors about any of that. I thought, with something like this... our son was already dead. What could we do? We couldn't spend the rest of our lives dealing with it. Besides, we didn't even know what the thing was... My mother-in-law cried every day, and eventually that helped calm her down a little. But whenever she went out, she'd get paranoid. That wasn't a solution either. We had no choice but to keep her at home. I don't know when this will ever end."
"Have you experienced anything similar yourself?"
"No. Apart from the one in the river being a bit strange, only she and I saw it. I never saw any of the other things she talked about... I never saw them. All those shared bikes on the road seemed perfectly normal to me. None of them moved by themselves. There's nothing I can do about this. We'll see if she gets better in a few years. If things don't improve... we can always move to the suburbs, or some small town, somewhere without