Not Your Usual Scary Stories

Please... Give Me Your Time

Hello there.

Can you hear my voice speaking to you as you read this? Really ponder the voice you are hearing right now.

Am I high and pitchy? Male, female? Or low and subtle..like a whisper? Can you hear the smile creep into my voice as you slowly form my words in your head?

Isn't it weird that a complete stranger can create an idea in your head, simply by making you read a few words?

Is that all I can do?

What are you doing?

Having fun yet?

Still here?

Maybe you've already moved on to something more entertaining. Maybe you're here because you're bored, or still in bed and don't want to get up yet. Maybe you're on a train, bus, or car, trying to pass what little time you have left until you start your day at work or school. Or maybe... it's the end of your day and you're trying to fall asleep. Possibly you're not bored at all and you are right where you want to be.

It doesn't really matter why, just that you're here and by doing so, you've merged your world with mine. You think, "How is that possible? You're just words on a screen"... Well, we already have a connection, you see. I'm in your mind now, you are aware of me.

After you've finished this, you'll recall me later when the lights are out, when you're safely under the covers and you will hear nothing but the voice that I've now carved into your subconscious. I've creeped my way into your thoughts, and that is just the beginning. The more you think of me, the stronger I get. As long as you hear my voice or read my words, the more real I become and am no longer a figment in your mind but an entity forming from your willingness to let me in. You can't get rid of me now.

Do you ever really think about how often you are alone in a day, nothing but you and your thoughts? That's when I really grow. You'll sense me when you look in the mirror and your eye catches the light shift, or that shadow you can't quite make out in the corner. I'll be there, growing stronger than ever. Waiting, in the brisk darkness as you walk to your car and fumble with your keys. I'm the shadow in your backseat. I'm the shuffling you heard outside your door. Was that really the wind catching the back of your neck, or was it me, breathing in the life you gave me?

When you close a door or shut off a light I'll test my strength and brush your hand just enough to make you pause. I exist in all the secluded edges of your world now. By reading this you have made me.

You have given me your time while yours is now counting down, and one day...I'll be able to thank you.