Voice's- P. Lahote

Eight

It was 5 AM in the Moore house and Evelyn was wide awake. She stood at the sink doing dishes. She had been up obsessively cleaning since 2 AM. He dreams had been plagued with visions of her Banshee screams killing those she loved.

As Evelyn put the last dish in the dishwasher Jenna stumbled off the last step of the stairs. "What the hell is that freaking bird so excited about at 5 AM?" she asked quietly as she entered the kitchen, rubbing at her eyes.

Jenna stopped when she saw her little sister scrubbing at the counter. "Evie? What are you doing up?"

Evelyn didn't even glance at her sister, "This stupid stain is being difficult."

"Evie?" Jenna tried to get her attention, "Evie what's wrong?" again no answer. Jenna walked around the island and grabbed her arms, effectively stopping the scrubbing. "Evie, you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

Evelyn broke down into tears. Jenna quickly pulled her into a hug. "It's okay, It's going to be okay. Who do I have to kill? Is it Paul?" she questioned, her protective older sister's side taking over.

Evelyn pulled away sniffling, "It's nothing like that."

"Then what's wrong?"

"They're back, and they're so much worse," Evelyn explained, referring to the voices.

Jenna seemed to freeze for a minute before she quickly snapped out of it. Her sister needed her, she could freak out on her own time. "Okay. Okay, we will figure this out but for now, you will stop scrubbing the kitchen. It can not be good for you to breathe that in." She nodded her head referring to the bleach that sat on the counter next to the sink.

Jenna led her sister to the living room, sitting her down on the couch. "What are they saying? Let's start there."

"That's just it, I can't make out what they're saying. It's just a bunch of whispers. Constant whispers."

"Okay, um, drawing seemed to help last time so let's try that." Jenna quickly ran to get Evelyn's sketchbook and a pencil. She set it in Evelyn's lap.

Evelyn's hand immediately started moving. It was like it had a mind of its own. Jenna sat next to her sister, trying to make out was was being written or drawn. However, she couldn't understand any of it, It was all gibberish.

Hours had passed, and it was now 3 PM. Her drawing had finally stooped and she now lay asleep on the couch.

A knock sounded throughout the house. Jenna quickly ran to the door, she pulled it open. Emily and Paul stood on the front steps, "Hi!" Emily cheerfully greeted.

Jenna quickly shushed her, "Shhhh, She just fell asleep. She had a rough night."

"What happened?" Paul worriedly asked.

"Just some bad dreams." Jenna lied, not wanting to expose her sister's abilities.

"I brought a casserole for you guys," Emily spoke, bringing the attention back to her.

Jenna smiled, "That was very sweet of you. Come on in, just please be quiet."

Jenna opened the door wide enough for the two to walk through. Paul bee-lined to the living room, while Jenna led Emily to the kitchen He kneeled next to the couch so he was level with the sleeping girl, and gently brushed a piece of hair from her face. Paul sat down on the floor. He watched her sleep peacefully while he gently stoked his thumb over her hand.

Emily and Jenna watched from the kitchen entryway. "Jenna turned back into the kitchen, "Paul's good for her. She needs someone who is going to treat her like a princess and be patient with her."

Emily smiled as she took a seat at the table. "She is good for him too. She keeps him in line. I've never seen him as happy as he is when he's around her."

Emily spoke after a beat of silence. "It's the visions, isn't it? That are keeping her up?"

"You know?" Jenna asked, Sunrise lacing her voice. She was baffled that Emily knew about her sister's visions. Evelyn didn't even tell her until a couple of years ago.

"She told us a couple of days ago. She also told us about your parents, I'm very sorry for your loss."

The older Moore girl thanked her with a small smile. All of a sudden the light in the house started flickering on and off and the walls started shaking, some pictures falling off. The two girls shared a look before booking it to the living room.

Paul sat by Evelyn, trying to shake her awake. "What's happening?" Emily yelled over the clatter of picture frames and glass breaking.

"I don't know! Paul get back!" Jenna yelled as more stuff started falling. Emily pulled Paul away from the still-unconscious girl. The debris started to fall from the ceiling, coating everyone's hair.

"Everyone get out of the house!" Emily screamed. She dragged Jenna out while Paul picked up his imprint. The four of them just barely made it out when the ceiling collapsed.

Jenna stared in horror at her home, just like that, it was gone. However, her attention was brought back to her sister as Paul yelled. She turned to see her sister convulsing on the ground. "She's seizing!" Emily quickly turned her on her side. "Jenna call 911!" She ordered.

Jenna stared in fear at her sister, "Jenna!" Emily yelled, snapping her out of her fear-induced daze. Jenna distractedly nodded, quickly pulling out her phone and dialed 911.

Evelyn finally stopped shaking, Emily and Paul gently rolled her so she was lying on her back. Emily looked to Paul who had tears streaming down his cheeks. "Call the pack. This is much bigger than we thought it was."