This story is mature for the following reasons:
1. Mild swearing.
2. Rather creepy content.
3. Semi-graphic action scenes.

My mother was talking to me. I didn't care. I couldn't hear her. I was listening to the voices. Finally, after minutes of trying to get through, she lashed out and slapped me.

The voices went away.

"What was that for?!" I shouted at my mom, holding my reddened cheek. Glaring at her, I repeated my question. "What was that for?!"

"Damn it, Alyssa! When I talk to you, you listen  to me!" she said. I wasn't listening to her anymore. I didn't notice when she took a hold on the back of my chair. The voices told me.

"Ssssstupid... sssso sstupidd..."

"JUMP! DO IT! Jump in front of a car."

"The window. Look at the window. What's looking in through the window?"


The voices clamored in my ears, all at once. They were talking, overlapping. High voices, low voices. Male voices, female voices. Dark voices, light voices. Loud voices, soft voices. Babbling voices, slow voices. Every so often, a new one would join. A new kind, a new message.

They would only stop when someone stopped them. I liked listening to them... they told me interesting things. They told me what I needed.

My mom pulled my chair out from under me.

Damn it. I laid, sprawled on the floor. I didn't care about that. I just wanted the voices back.

The End

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