Eloquent Silence

Eloquent Silence ~ Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

It is not in the stars

to hold our destiny

but in ourselves

~William Shakespeare

This was how it started. The sky was deep ebony, filled by the stunning presence of the luminous full moon. That was why what I saw next chilled me to the core.

What was even stranger was the tingle of excitement coursing through me. I had always had a morbid fascination with the supernatural.

I was stretched out on my over-sized bed, reading with my dark hair like a curtain shielding my face. I reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and I saw a light.

At a first glance, this light could have been perceived as an outdoor light on a house in the mountainside. But as my gaze grew increasingly intense, I noticed a flicker in the light and a small haze surrounding its edges.

Most normal people would say that there was too much moisture in the air or that the light was being refracted by a cloud. Not me. As I said - I had a morbid fascination with the supernatural, and I had a peculiar sense that the supernatural had a corresponding interest in me. I had had several petrifying experiences with it for as long as I could remember. My denial of its existence had felt like my only protection. I kept denying it, but the fact of the matter was that I knew the supernatural existed. I could still see it and it was real. I was panic-stricken yet enthralled at the same time.

This light was more piercing than anything I could have ever imagined. It seemed to peer into my soul.

Another thing I should have noticed before was that the light was pure white; purer than any bulb could ever replicate. As I looked fixedly at this unearthly radiance, it began to draw closer and closer to me. I sat up on the bed, rigid with fear.

When it was almost touching the window pane, I subconsciously reached out my hand to press it against the glass, completely transfixed by the pure orb. I can remember suddenly feeling words forming in my mind.

What unnerved me even more was the sudden appearance of these words hovering before me. They glowed with the same sheer perfection as the orb had. Then these words tumbled out of my gaping mouth.

"I believe in the paranormal. I believe in angels"

In the instant when the last syllable left my mouth, the words and the orb vanished completely. I had been left dumbfounded by the window, overwhelmed by what had just occurred, yet not quite believing it either.

I got to my feet, I had to hold onto the bed post for support; my legs felt as if they would collapse. Then, once positioned in front of my mirror, I started, still dazed, to tie up my hair with my quivering hands, trying to act normal as if that would make what happened seem more like a nightmare and less real.

Almost as soon as I had picked up my hair, it fell from my loose grasp and cascaded down my back. My face had visibly paled, and I looked horrified.

There was a voice in my head. "She has declared it," a deep male voice had just whispered, evidently sounding disbelieving, relieved and joyous all at one time. I touched my forehead carefully, tentatively; a sick feeling deep inside of me swamped all previous thoughts.

"She did", a second voice confirmed quietly. Yes, that was definitely in my head, I remember thinking resolutely.

"Yeah and in case you hadn't noticed, she can hear, and you have just scared her shitless. Congrats", a gravelly voice commented drily.

"Oh gosh, she's as white as a sheet!" the first voice whispered, sounding almost sick with worry.

"Yeee-ssss," the gravelly voice drawled slowly, dragging its two syllables into about ten, "and is it just me or is she developing a slightly green hue?"

"Shut up, it is not funny", the first voice snapped back angrily.

"SILENCE" a voice boomed.

I staggered back, clutching my head and tripped over. I wasn't sure but I thought it was the second voice. My head was throbbing ceaselessly and I was finding it hard to focus. I had placed both of my trembling hands on the windowsill and peered through the window, failing to distinguish any figures in the still, silent night.

I realise now why I couldn't see them, and why I could hear them in my head, but back in my days of innocence, I simply thought that I was going mad.

"Let us go." The third voice stated, now more calm and controlled than before, but still fairly loud. The pounding in my head returned with a vengeance.

The next thing I felt was the total solitude of their absence. I was alone.

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