Every night while I would be trying to get to sleep, I would hear the very distinct sound of whispering. It seemed to radiate from the walls, the ceiling, everywhere.

My door would be open and I had a night light and I knew that it wasn't my mom, or Gord, or my brother, for I would see them enter my room. No one was there, no one I could see with the naked eye, anyway.

The whispering was quiet, and I could make out the sound of 't' and 's' but full words I couldn't make out. The sounds of feet shuffling on carpet would also haunt me, and the minute I turned on the light, the movement stopped.

Sometimes the whisering did, sometimes it didn't. But one thing was for sure, when the lights flickered on, a dreadful feeling of eyes bore into me. It was like my room was crowded with tortured souls.

Nicole

 

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