Whispers. Probably the only sounds that scare me more than my own shadow. You have no idea what it's like to be constantly traveling in fear. I have to watch every step I take. I am on everyone's "Most Wanted" list.
One wrong move, and I could instantly disappear. What are these whispers saying exactly? No matter what they proclaim, once you hear the whispers their words are etched in your mind for eternity.
I was in the park, and I decided I wanted to explore the surrounding area. The park resembled an island in the midst of the woods. I noticed a pathway from the bench covered in ivy that I was sitting on. The pathway appeared desolate, as if no one had ever dared to explore it. Something inside of me nagged me to be that person to take the chance. I came to this park alone, and presumed I always would. This would be my little secret.
I got up from the bench and walked in paced steps towards the dirt pathway. Step by step I came closer to the end. My eyes narrowed in on a willow tree. Its branches and leaves draped across this new bench like a bride's veil. In this part of the woods, no one would notice my absence. It could be my own secret world.
There were a few signs telling me to turn back or go away, but I couldn't. This place reminded me of the warmth I had been deprived of in my own house. I decided to return tomorrow, to see if there have been any changes to the quiet atmosphere.
The next day I returned with a camera and a flashlight. I was ready for anything. I took the same path that I engraved in my mind the day before. This time a feeling of being watched cascaded over me. I decided to ignore these slight warning signs. I wanted to get away from reality for a while, and this was my chance. I arrived at the tree and draped back the branches, as I had before. I then took a picture to keep it in my memories. When I examined the picture on the pixilated screen, a pond showed up. I might have been insane, but I did not recall a pond from my past adventure to this place. Never less, I sat down to contemplate my life. That is when I first heard the whispers. When I returned from examining my mind, I noticed that the bench was moved closer to the pond. I came to the realization that I wasn't the only one who used this place as an escape from reality. However, was this thing a human or a person?
My eyes shifted to my peripherals. Who was out there? The air seemed to drop in temperature till my fingers were frozen over. Something was there.... I scanned my surroundings once more. Who was it? What was there? In my petrified state, I called out to the wind. In the back of my mind I knew that it was always the worst thing you could do but the fear took over.
I called over and over. The thing never responded. My eyelids clouded over until all I could see was night. The darkness consumed my sight as if a thousand crows had come in mini clusters. All I could see was night. All I could hear were whispers. All I could hold on to, was my sanity.
I awoke. The first shape I saw when I opened my eyes was a figure hunched over. It appeared to be human, but I did not know for sure. All around me the blinding darkness I had seen when I first closed my eyes filled the air. I couldn't talk or shout and my throat itched. If I could have , I would have scratched my throat from the inside out. The figure turned my way. It was covered in black from head to toe. I couldn't tell you where it ended or where it began. Finally, it spoke for the first time.
"Drink this. You're parched." It handed me a glass container that looked exactly like a jam jar. I took it, already too thirsty to think about the consequences. After I took a gulp, I had enough comfort to speak.
"Who are you?" The thing stood motionless.
"I am everyone. I am someone. I am no one." The creature spoke in a combination of various voices. Some of these voices appeared similar enough that I could almost recognize their origin. Others, sounded demonic. My spine crawled out of place inside of me from the fear. The fear of the unknown. Whatever this was, it, was not human. It, was something entirely different.
