There's Someone in My Head But it's Not Me

Chapter One

 There's someone in my head but it's not me. The voices started with ordering me to steal things. Then they got worse.

Orders began flooding in ordering me to kill people.

That's what I'm doing now.

The order came in like they always did, sounding icy and harsh. They sent shivers down my spine. The words were clear, saying "kill Colton Freyd". Seconds later came a location.

I searched the worn map that sat on my desk for my next victim's home. I pulled a battered black hoodie on over my faded red t-shirt as I stepped into the harsh winter outside.

Having a crazy voice inside my head ordering me to move around so often forbid me from going to school and making friends. It's not like I can just not follow the orders though. I once tried, but a sharp pain in my head told me that was not the right decision.

I stopped outside of my destination, a tiny wood cabin. The cabin had a porch on the front with two identical wooden rocking chairs and a table in between. I pulled my knife from my boot and headed down the gravel driveway.

I jogged around the house, searching for any windows with lights shining from them. Luckily, there were none.

I then jumped up the front stairs and skidded to a stop outside the door. I tried the knob and found the door unlocked.

How weird.

Who would leave their front door unlocked in the middle of the night?

I slinked inside, leaving the door wide open. Like I was expecting, all was quiet. Unless you count the constant ticks from the clock that sat at the far side of the room. Beside it was a brown leather couch with a red blanket thrown over it. Placed in the middle of the room was a wooden coffee table with a vase of colorful flowers. The floor was covered with a matching red rug.

I moved farther into the cabin and was met with a lamp flashing on. Standing in front of me was a boy who appeared to be a bit older than me with almost white hair and gray eyes. He was dressed in a short sleeve gray shirt, jeans, and black combat boots almost identical to mine.

Before I could get a word out, the boy said the last thing I expected, in a voice I found eerily familiar.

"Hello Echo. I am Colton Freyd, your next victim."

"H-h-how-" Colton held up his hand to silence me.

"You may be wondering why my voice is so familiar. It's because I'm the voice inside you head."