Whispers
On November 4th in the middle of the afternoon, Debra had called her sister, Payton. She was blubbering so much Payton couldn't understand a word she said at first.
"She let loose with the heartbroke drunk routine. Said she was sorry for missing my wedding, sorry for always being a spiteful bitch when we were growing up, sorry for kicking our dog when she was twelve - apologizing for all kinds of silly stuff like a desperate sinner at confession.
"She stopped to catch her breath, and I heard somebody else in the room with her talking quiet like they didn't want me to hear. I asked if she wanted me to come over. She started sobbing again and said, 'I hear Daddy, but it isn't Daddy.' Then she hung up and I called the police. They didn't find anybody when they got there. I was talking to her only minutes before."
Most folks still think Debra's abduction by the whispering stalkers of Jeff Daley's nightmares is a hoax orchestrated by Debra or by some other sick individual. The tape has been "proven" a fake by one ignorant skeptic after another, and it won't be long before Sugarcaine Junction fades into obscurity once again. I hope to prevent this, not because I feel pity for Debra Lindsay Caine, though I really do pity her; but because I hope to prevent others from vanishing like she vanished, and like the city workers who found the tape vanished, and like my friend vanished. They mark their territory - like they marked the Daley house and the tape - and they can smell anything that comes in contact with it. Once they smell you, they hunt you like bloodhounds until they've marked you, too.
They call to you softly like they're afraid to talk too loud - sometimes two rooms away, sometimes right next to you. They imitate people you're closest to. Maybe they think it's funny. But you can't listen to them. You have to shut them out, otherwise you'll be too scared to open your eyes or move a muscle. You won't have the chance to kill yourself before they drag you to whatever unholy hell Debra Lindsay Caine was taken to.
I have to go take a bath with my toaster now. Mother has been calling to me for the last hour, even though she's been dead for five years.
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