I tried calling back immediately. The phone picked up but no one spoke.
"Jenny?" I spoke somewhat softly. There was a movement on the other end. I soon heard a whisper response.
"Nixon... You need to hide or fuck I don't know... he keeps saying your name. Estoy asustado... Nix..." (I'm scared) She was obviously panicking. I attempted to calm her down, but soon there was a noise and a female scream. Her own scream. I called out.
"Jenny?! Jenny?!!"
"Nixon." Said a deep manly whisper, I recognized the voice. The whisper I heard sounded just like him.
"Who are you?! What did you do to Jenny?!" I could tell my voice was becoming shaky but I continued.
"If you hurt her..."
"Too late!" Said the voice gleefully. The voice giggled as I heard a gargle.
"Awwww... She's trying to talk to my Nixon. I can't have that!" I heard the gargle spike to almost a scream before dying down to silence.
"Why......" I felt nauseous, was that Jenny?
"For you of course!" My immediate thought was to go there before the murderer left. I had called the police before running down the block towards Jenny's house. But when I got there, all was silent and the police hadn't arrived yet. I immediately went through the door and stepped into the kitchen. I almost vomited right there at the sight of her mother's head rolling down on the floor. I swallowed the bile forming in my throat and went to Jenny's room. I opened the door to find Jenny, her body full of stab wounds, her throat lightly slit so she would live a little before bleeding to death. I couldn't help but vomit at that point.
"Nixon. Aww.. I'm glad I see you here." I heard the whisper. I immediately held my vomit and looked around.
"Don't be afraid... I just wanna...." The whisper trailed off and I received a serious chill. I soon felt something caress my side and up my back. I looked back to find no one there. But the sensation returned.
"It's okay, don't be scared...I won't hurt you... I could never hut you.... I just want you to sleep... Shhhhh.." The whisper shushing me, as I felt something brush through my hair and a arm wrap around my back. I felt a cloth press against my nose and mouth preventing me of inhaling anything else. But as my vision was darkening I saw something. It was a face, but it was opaque, but you could see a small outline. I heard a siren as I felt my body fall onto the floor.
________________________________________________________________________________AN- Short chapter, I'm aware. I hope you guys like it!
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Whispers From Behind
General FictionEver since a young age, Nixon Black has been able to hear people's true intentions from a whisper. The more he listened the more he realized they were true. But when the whisper starts chanting his name, he started to become scared. Especially when...