The Night Calls Me

The Night Calls Me

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I don't want to hear from myself anymore. I have phonophobia or ligyrophobia which means I am afraid of hearing my own voice or other people's voice. It started when I was around six years old. I don't want to speak because everytime I want to utter, there is a reaction that I can't explain. My vision starts to get blurry, sweating and trembling, then I start to experience difficulty in breathing then collapse.
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Shadows

I'm so afraid. I haven't been able to sleep for some time now. They keep me awake. Every night they come from out the shadows and speak to me. Every night I can hear their laughter, their whispers. The shadows on the walls twist and churn as what lurks within them moves. Every so often I catch a glimpse of one of their too-wide smiles. The things they say to me are unspeakable. It is so wondrous. They fill my head with things I never thought possible. As I lay awake in bed at night, listening to them, I am afraid to hear them. I'm afraid, because I think I'm beginning to enjoy it more and more. I cannot wait until everyone else can hear them too. Until everyone can feel this bliss.

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