The Voices Inside My Head

Getting Someone to Believe

I was working on something on the table when I got up to eat a little snack and get some water. When I was waiting for the water to become colder, I heard it. The voice. I heard the voice. She was whispering mumbled words, her voice carried a beauitiful airiness to it with a bit of accnet. I listened to see where it was coming from and realized that it was coming from the corner of the red wood bookshelves and the giant, old televiosion.

"Mom, I heard the voice!" I called, hoping she would hear me from her office down the hall.

Then, it hit me. The voice had a beautiful, smoky, airy briliance to it. It aslo spoke with a bit of an accent. The voice was females.

Was Lia trying to contact me?

The thought was silly, absolutly absurd. I didn't really believe that I'd meet a ghost or whatever she was. There was no way Lia's spirit was trying to contact me in the physical, right?

I looked back to the place I had hear the voices come from. The late afternoon light did nothing to illuminate the corner. Had she stood there? Was it an entinty that lived inside the piano? My mother had told me that some people's entitys live inside their things and since we got his gigantic television from the Thrift Store, I wasn't sure what to think. From that day I didn't go close to the corner by the television, just in case there was a spiritual portal or something.

I went to go tell my mom but met my dad in the adjacent living room.

"Hi, Hammy Girl!" he said cheerfully, giving me a hug.

Cutting it straight to the chase, I said, "Dad, I'm hearing voices. I think it's coming from behind the television."

My dad looked at me as if I were not speaking logically. "I don't know what to tell you, Hammy Girl."

"Could you check it out?" I asked nervously.

"Sure, I'll check it out later. Right now I have to make a quick cofee before i get back on the phone."

"Thank you, daddy." I said before following him into the kitchen and telling him all about what I was experiencing. He somewhat brushed what I was saying off, as he was getting ready for another client and was rushing to make his coffee. But, I was just glad that someone was listening and paying attention to me. I was bouncing around with excitement.

"I don't know what to say, Hammy. But, I gotta go and make this call. I'll check everything when I'm done working."

When he checked the televiosin for me and told me that nothing seemed out of place, I realized that he didn't belive me as well. It is the worst feeling when your parents do not believe you. Absolute worse. I had to get back up. I had to get some one to believe me.

Who better than my sister?