My breath was short as I trampled over the old furniture. Whispers and creaks filled my ears. The disembodied noises lurked closer and a cold sweat enveloped me. Where were they coming from? Who was making them? Fear took over as I sprinted, gasping for air, my body losing all control. Wham! I fell against the door, my insides winced in pain. The noises suddenly stopped. Why did they stop? WHERE DID THEY GO? The door swung open, darkness took over and my breath was shortened by the cold grasp on my neck.
The Voices
November 22, 2024