I was seven,in second grade when I first heard the voices. Someone banged on my bedroom door. " Hey! You! Open the door!" I was scared so I hid in the closet. Soon the voice grew louder and angrier. It was now yelling at me,screaming to open the door.
Suddenly the voice just stopped, my mother entered the room. She found me in my closet. Soon I realized that I was the only one that could hear the voices. I would hear them at school, at home and sometimes even when I just happened to be walking in front of a random door.
I have learned to ignore it. Today I still hear the angry voices that scar my childhood. I never open the door,although I do wonder what would happen if I did.
One day I heard sobbing. Not shouting, begging or cursing, sobbing. It sounded like a little girl crying. "Please mister, open the door"
But I did nothing. I just sat there,pretending it wasn't there. But it was. I started seeing shadows in the window,It seemed like more voices started collecting behind my door. The shadows now became solid people banging on the glass.
And that's all I remember. I woke up in a tiny white painted room no bigger than a bathroom stall. I pic through the keyhole in the wooden door. I see a boy. "Hey boy, open the door" He ignores me. Rage takes over and I start banging on the door. "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR"
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