The Horrors of Our Mind [COMPLETED]

Standing on the Edge in the Whispers

I slowly started walking forward, foot-dragging one after another in exhaustion. It felt like days I had been walking with no end to the mist. I could hear them, whoever they were; their whispers, their scuffles. Their motions of running could briefly be seen in the endless fog, as they ran all around me, dashing in and out through the rocks. Whatever they were saying could not be understood, they were too quiet, too quick. I never stopped to see what they wanted, instead, I kept walking to my unknown destination. One bare foot after another, slowly stumbling over each pebble, each rock.

The whispering started getting louder, yet, I still could not understand them, they sounded frantic, panicked. All that I could hear and understand was my heartbeat, ragged breathing, and the thought that I needed to go forward. After a while, the figures stopped running around me, but instead, they slowly started surrounding me. Timidly, I scuffled pass them, not wanting to get near them out of fear. Slowly, water started trickling through the rocks, and as I got further away from wherever I came, the rocks slowly faded and turned into a wide, shallow river where the water softly washed over my feet up to my ankles.

Time dragged on longer and longer, but yet, the sun never moved, it was frozen in the sky around 2 in the afternoon, signaling I was walking west, still my destination unknown. The shadows still lurked, whispering in my ears, which was getting louder.

"go"

"...hurry..."

"... the end..."

"...time...go..."

The whispers slowly started becoming inaudible again, fading into nonsense. What seemed like hours, I started hearing roaring water, like a waterfall. In the distance, I see the edge. As for what, I wasn't entirely sure. The edge of the world? The universe? Who knows, no one ever will.

I picked up my pace, my raw feet aching from the sharp jagged edges of the rocks, which I could feel pierce my skin. Out of breath and stamina, I finally made it to the edge, which looked out into an endless, white, dense, never-ending fog. The whispers started getting louder and louder, yet still inaudible. Behind me, I could hear the water splashing as someone walked up behind me. I was curious as to who it was, but I was too afraid to see who was approaching.

Whoever was standing behind me put their hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing them in an eerie way, making me uncomfortable and shivers ran down my spine, taking my breath away.
"It is your time to go now. You've reached the end."