Sound is a curious thing. Noises can hurt people, make them laugh or cry. The sound of lighting rumbling in the distance can cause excitement in some yet strike fear in others. Suddenly two phones ring. The noises from the first moulded into I love you but the second? Your husband's been involved in a grave accident. However, there is only one sound that can end it all. This sound is the most mysterious of them all. This sound is never heard.
People say they enjoy lying in on mornings, that they enjoy the absent twitter of birds in the distance, the empty sounds of the clouds rolling by and the inaudible breeze that brushes the trees to and fro just outside their windows. They're liars all of them. Or mad. Never enjoy the silence. Silence is empty. Silence is fore boarding. Silence, makes you hear things that aren't real; like creaks in the floorboards, squeaks on the stairs. You end up scaring yourself and you can drive yourself insane.
But what if you are hearing? What if it's not silence, it's not your own imagination? What if a door slips open with a screech and you tell yourself it's nothing more than your own mind, playing you with its cruel games. But a body steps through. Dressed in dark shadows and you'll never know he was there. Quietly he sneaks around; light never once daring to reach out to touch him and sound too frightened to force itself to be listened to. Softly he pads into the rooms of your loved ones sleeping, unprotected from the world. For what danger is there in dreams? He leaves just as silently as he entered; his profits in his hands. When the sunlight slithers through your window and wakes you silence is surrounding you still. Normal of course. For hours you wait for your family to wake; you never once suspect what you never hear. Finally you're too scared, too impatient so enter their rooms creating noises to arouse them from their rest. Then the astonishment and fear takes over, it feels as though you've fallen down a never ending stone staircase. Cries and screams erupt from inside you in order to punish the silence, never allowing it to return.
But then again, it could just be your imagination.
And silence falls once more.
