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Bℓɩηk - Tнє Vσɩcєs
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Complete, First published Apr 16, 2014
Mature
Best ranking: Paranormal #151 & Short Story #504 
There is a tale of a curse that is thought to have been lost within the pages of history. It is inevitable that as the modern world evolved and began to learn more, it began to forget more. 

The curse is one of the things humanity forgot. 

It starts as a darkness that silently creeps into your mind, devouring parts of your mind and spirit. You begin to hear a soft whispering in the deepest parts of your brain...voices that seem to pierce through your skull. Then slowly, ever so quietly, it begins to take over. 

Once they select you, you can't escape. It is impossible. They are now a part of you. Who are they you ask? 

They are the voices.

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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.