The Voices Inside My Head

It's About to Get Scary

Penelope and I both felt better that we were in this together. We were still the only one who heard it, but know the entire house believed us.

I was getting ready for bed, all of my school things ready for tomorrow. The marigold light fell around me in a brownish orange making the room appear so. The house was silent, and I mentally prepare to hear a voice come from behind me. It was dark outside, the crescent moon smiling down at me like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. Our large windows reflected everything not giving any hint to what was outside. many a time, I would stare at the dark windows and wait to see a figure staring back.

I was all alone in the clean kitchen, everyone on the other side of the house. I walked up to the sink, my nerves already tingling from looking at the windows.

It was dead quiet.

"I was the one who helped kill your grandfather." she whispered. Other female laughter surrounded me. I looked to the television and dropped my cup into the sink, not caring if it broke, and sprinted, the voices diminishing. My father walked out of his illuminated office at the end of the hallway, his client packing up from the end of his session. I ran into my fathers arms, shaking violently.

"D-dad, I-I-I heard it ag-again." I hiccuped, tears streaming down my face. David came out of the office with a confused and concerned look on his face. I took in his short form, his kind face, round glasses, ironed pants, white hair, and black brief case.

"Uh, Brian, I'm just gonna pay like usual, if that's okay." he said looking at me with a very worried face.

My dad spoke while I clung to him with my small, shaking form looking like death was upon me. "That would be great, David. I'll have Therese call you."

"Alright, goodnight." He said, letting himself out seeing as I would not let my dad out of my grasp.

Penelope came into the hallway from mom's room and asked "what's wrong with her?"

All my emotions swirled inside me as the memory filtered back. I was overly emotional and I just wanted to break down and spill everything. I started whimpering and hiccuping once more.

"She stubbed her toe." my dad answered me, picking me up from my limp position. My sister analyzed me and could tell that that was not the whole truth if the truth at all.

What my dad said made me mad. Was my problem so trivial that he could just brush it off like that? I almost told Penelope other wise. Later, I realized that my dad had not wanted to frighten my sister who had a hard time keeping her anxiety in check.

He called my mom from her office and told her a quick brief of what happened and told her to help me shower. Seeing my father's tense demeanor, and my freaked out expression, my mom heartily took me to her bathroom.

When I got into her bathroom, I noticed that the bright lights had a dark hue even though that mad know sense. I was still shaking when I check my reflection in the mirror. My skin was so pale, and I wondered why my color hadn't returned. I looked deathly pale. I looked like I face planted in white flour and put on purple eyeshadow.

My mom helped undress my shaking frame. When I was in the shower, I told her what happened through the glass, including the part about how I felt with my dad telling Penelope I stubbed my toe. i was started to shake violently again but instead of sobbing, I hiccuped with my words, trying to be strong in front of my mommy.

My mother left. I later realized that she went to confront my father about what happened. When she came back, she had some underwear and pajamas for me. That night, I slept next to my mom, glad to be safe in her big bed with her protective presence.