Whispers. Mumbles.
Screams.
Each day, when the sun sets they hunt me wherever I go. At the corner of the street, on the roofs of the buildings... They're even under my bed!
They tell me to do really bad things. To kill. To die. To give up on everything.
It's always been like this. When I was a little child they scared me to death. I hid under my bed covering my ears, trying to resist the temptation. I was afraid of them spying me with their floating eyeballs. When I cried my parents would tell me that they didn't exist, and eventually I stopped speaking about them.
But they are so real...
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It's short, I know. But don't worry, I'll try to write something less shitty, so you don't have to kill meh ;-)
