The Voices

Chapter 2

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The woman, now known as Ms. Baxter, unlocked the door to her house. I walked in, and the interior matched the outside. All bright and perky. I found it to be utterly disgusting. I was never really the happy sort of child. Maybe it was the voices, but, then again, maybe it wasn't. I guess I'll never know.

"Ah. Welcome to my home," she said in that horrible, preppy voice. "Sorry it's a little messy, but feel free to make yourself comfortable. I'm going to make some lunch for the both of us." With that, she left. Sadly, the happiness stayed where it was, and didn't follow her around.

"Look around the house. Beware the kitchen." The voices chorused. This would be a pretty easy task. I loved to venture around places. I played a game as I did, "The Screams" I called it. The voices tended to scream as I got close to a place where someone had died. I could then count the screams. I walked around the house, but I didn't hear anything. I walked around the house two more times, avoiding the kitchen, like the voices had told me to. Complete silence both times through, the silence was almost deafening. 

Finally, I decided to muster up the courage to go to the kitchen. I slowly walked inside, Ms. Baxter not noticing me. With each step I took, voices began to scream. One by one. Every step produced one additional scream. As I neared Ms. Baxter towards the end of the kitchen, the sounds of the screams were unbearable. Yet I kept moving forward, my head feeling as if it were about to explode. I stopped, but more voices were still joining in. I had never heard this many screams at one time, at one place. Then it dawned on me. This was a warning. Someone in this house was about to die.

Ms. Baxter turned, a big knife in her hand. I prepared myself to die. I was 9 and she was a twenty-something—I had nothing on her. She jumped when she saw me.

"My goodness, dear! You startled me!" She looked at me, her eyes no longer golden brown, but black. Completely black. I backed away slowly.

"Why did you come here? I thought the voices told you not to. You made the voices mad. Now you will have to pay." Her tone seemed a lot darker now...just like her eyes. 

She raised the knife over her head and walked towards me. I found myself unable to move at all. She got closer, and I couldn't do anything. She lowered the knife at a starting speed, and I felt it go though my skin. A sharp pain filled my body, and I think lost too much blood. My vision began to dissolve, and I felt my body crash onto the cold tile floor.