The voices in the wall

The voices in my head were getting louder.
So I decided to enter the abandoned asylum to make them stop.
It had been closed for thirty years.
Cracked floors, rusted beds, cells covered in scratches.
But the deeper I walked into the corridors, the clearer the voices became.
They called me by name.
They told me things no one could possibly know.
Until I finally understood.
I hadn't gone in to silence them.
I had gone in because they had called me.