THE WHISPERING✓

prologue.

That night she couldn't sleep, she knew they'd return, the voices, the shadows and that airy feeling that seemed to never go away.
She wasn't scared , far from it she was tired fustrated and hoped for just an ounce of sleep even if it was for 20mins. She hated the idea of calling Lara to sleep with her or worst going over to her sisters room and falling asleep in her bed. She knew Lara was worried about her, but they was nothing anyone could do.
This had become her reality and so she had to face it, alone .with a tired sigh, heaved her eyes closed and said a small prayer she learnt from Mary, the woman who ran the Sunday school at the eastern border of avonle.
And with that she found sleep more sooner than she wished , and she hated herself soon after for even considering the idea .
Just like always it started with the voice and soon the shadows , she was being dragged into the darkness but no screams left her mouth....to tired she fell, deeper and deeper into it until she saw the familiar forest trees then she knew what next came.
"Welcome back, Zia".

Note_this story is based in the year 1008....about thousands of centuries ago , so something's may seem deferent and off to some of you but as you read you'd understand further , thanks.

*A little bit of editing was done but don't worry i didn't change much just a few dots and pieces.