Oh god...
10:00. On the dot. Whispers started again. I saw something.
Corner of my left eye. No matter how I turn, it's able to stay RIGHT THERE.
I don't know how to describe it. I can't really see it all that well.
Mirrors won't show it to me, and every once in a while it moves to remind me it's there.
I've sat in silence for several hours now, Chelsea... I don't fucking know WHERE she is.
Not a sound reaches my ears except those damned whispers. They get clearer and clearer by the night, saying those horrible things.
I'm scared...
They are the voice in the wilderness. The inventors of language itself. Don't trust your ears.
ReplyDeleteWhat did you actually expect me to be helpful? Dream on.
This is where I reiterate that you shouldn't let the whispers drive you insane.
ReplyDeleteLeave. Travel. Do something besides just let them get to you.
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