The whispers, they are louder at night. As I lay in bed my head empty, eyes staring out into the pitch nothing. They are so distant so soft. I can barely make out the words they speak, but I know they are there. Always there. Stalking around trying to send me to a pit I know I will not be able to climb from. Sometimes I can make out words, my name. They call out to me over and over again. Almost cynically, sinister. I can almost see them too out of the corner of my eye. In the darkness or when I roam the house when the sunlight starts to creep in. Seemingly there but not quite. Only figures, fuzzy and shadowed. I feel them I know they are there though I'm the only one who seems to notice....
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Things Better Left In The Dark
ParanormalShh they can hear your every thought, god they are so loud in your head. How can you stand to be there. ~ ~ ~ Deacon is struggling to be normal in a world were everyone looks to him as if he's a freak. He fears the things he hears and sees, but it's...
