It was a thursday night, when I heard the whisper first. It was frightening. It felt as if my ears were being ripped apart by the hollowing voice that would not stop even when I yelled and begged for it go away. It did not stop, no matter how piteously I pleaded.
Why would it not stop? Why was I being haunted?
I do not know. I do not know.
Every night at 3, the whisper would gnaw my paralysed body – I could not escape it. It would start like the humming of a bird, a soft and windy voice that would gradually turn to a monstrous, deafening scream – ‘ONE DAY, I WILL TAKE YOU WITH ME’. It said every night. It screeched every night.
Was I going to die?
I do not know. I do not know.
It happened every night, for thirteen years. I was twenty-six now. It never stopped. The whisper never waned. It grew stronger. It devoured me. I was hollow. I wanted to kill myself.
Was it me or the whisper cursed me to die?
I do not know. I do not know.
It was a thursday night, when I heard the whisper last. It was frightening. It felt as if my ears were being ripped apart by the hollowing voice that stopped when I did not yell and beg for it go away. It did stop. With my blood. It was the 'one day'. I killed it. I killed me.
Why?
I do not know. I do not know.
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