Voices

an eerieness....

Screams.

I hear them. Everywhere. In the night, they rip through the air. They tear through the night sky. Screams of fear. Screams of hate. Screams of terror.

I hear voices. They whisper to me. They speak to me. I know death better than anyone else. I know life rarely. I am living, yet I speak to none of the living. I am not dead, yet I seem to socialize with those that have passed through this world and into the next. Those lost spirits, in which we call Ghosts, whisper to me. They tell me of the power of death.

And I listen

Screams of fear and voices that whisper of death. I sit alone in the cell, fear and terror always enveloping me. I hear things in my head. That's why they put me here.

Where is here?

The Forks Asylum.

Nothing will satisfy the hunger I feel for death. Nothing will calm. No therapy will make peace of me. I am forever forsaken. I remain so until me undoing.

They say I am crazy. Yet, I am not.

One day, you will die.

It's the unconvenient truth that others fail to reconize.

They watch me in fear.

They watch me in terror.

Yet, I am the real mind-reader.

They whisper to me of the power of death.

And the humans don't belive that I can speak to the dead.

Yes, I can.

And they will come for you one stormy night with no moon.

Then you will know that I was right.

Author's Note

Grr. Creepy.
Then you will know that I was right.
Awesome last line.
Enjoy!

Reviews

[Sarah Hawkinson]

I loved it! Great word choices, great flow, everything's great!
Not very constructive is it? lol.
At least it's a compliment which I know, doesn't hurt.

[Jamie S.]

WOW! I believe you! No therapy will make peace of me, I love that line! I did enjoy, thank you!