The Whispers

Hiding

The girl awoke in a strange cave. Where was she? She looked down and saw that there were children here, except they appeared deceased. She let out a strangled yell as she backed away in terror. But then she stopped being scared. These children wouldn't come back to life.

Her feet were not even starting to ache. She still didn't know why she had been running. Her nights in the forest were even worse. She would dream of a young Mexican girl with pretty black hair, asleep in her bed as her mother tenderly caressed her cheek. "Who was that child?", the girl wondered.

She longed for a mother, one who would take her away from this strange place. Away from this cave. Away from THE WHISPER. Her breath seemed to stop in her lungs. Was this THE WHISPER's cave? Was THE WHISPER waiting in the shadows to pounce and devour, like it had with these poor, lost souls that surrounded her? She trembled and threw her hands up in front of her face.

But nothing came. No growl, no sign of claws coming to tear her apart. She sighed and let tears of relief drip down her face. She wondered again, "Where is that child?"

Then, as if a ray of light had shone upon her, she knew. The child lived in the city. She would find that city and convince the child to come with her. That child would free her from the endless cycle that she now found herself in. Her courage restored, she stood and left the cave. That child would be her savior.

She would take her place.