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“The whispering, the whispering, the whisperingwhisperingwhispering! I can’t stand the constant fucking whispering! The voices never fucking stop!” She paced, shouting at the empty house. She tried to drown the voices out with a bottle of bourbon.
“I just want to sleep! Why can’t you shut the fuck up and let me sleep!” She heard the floorboards across the room creak and another set of footsteps matched her pacing.
“Okay, now you’re just mocking me!” She hurled the empty bottle at the sound and it ceased momentarily. They picked up again, only this time the feet dragged across the wood floors. The turntable started wildly spinning and scratching an old Elvis Presley record, making the lyrics incomprehensible. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure and whirled around to stand facing an abnormally tall, well-dressed man. She blinked and he was gone.

Glasses, plates, and bowls shattered as they fell out of flung open cabinets. Papers flew from the table. Doors slammed shut and opened and slammed shut again. The voices were almost screaming at this point and she was beginning to actually hear them, not just think them.

Every phone in the house was ringing. Every speaker was giving off a terrible, ringing feedback. The television was blaring white noise. She could see flashes of x-ed out circles in the static of the screen. The lights flickered angrily. She was clutching her head in pain at the deafening cries of countless voices.

Every time she turned around she saw the man and every time she blinked he was gone again. Light bulbs were blowing and the shadows kept growing. Words were being scratched into the walls in big, screaming letters. “We will wait for you no more” The words are scrawled over and over and over again. The overlapped. The began to bleed.

The lights blew out, one by one, until there was only one lit. She waited in that light - cowering from the shadows and pulling at her hair - screaming for the voices to stop. And they did.
She looked up to see the man towering over her, tendrils of darkness slithering everywhere.

The empty white face looked down upon her as the shadowy tentacles crawled towards her. The shadows circled themselves around her ankles, snaking up her legs, winding up around her waist. She tried to grip something, anything, to keep away from the dark, but her nails scrabbled against the wood floor, catching on nothing. The last light went out. She screamed.

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“The whispering, the whispering, the whisperingwhisperingwhispering! I can’t stand the constant fucking whispering! The voices never fucking stop!” She paced, shouting at the empty house. She tried to drown the voices out with a bottle of bourbon.
“I just want to sleep! Why can’t you shut the fuck up and let me sleep!” She heard the floorboards across the room creak and another set of footsteps matched her pacing.
“Okay, now you’re just mocking me!” She hurled the empty bottle at the sound and it ceased momentarily. They picked up again, only this time the feet dragged across the wood floors. The turntable started wildly spinning and scratching an old Elvis Presley record, making the lyrics incomprehensible. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure and whirled around to stand facing an abnormally tall, well-dressed man. She blinked and he was gone.

Glasses, plates, and bowls shattered as they fell out of flung open cabinets. Papers flew from the table. Doors slammed shut and opened and slammed shut again. The voices were almost screaming at this point and she was beginning to actually hear them, not just think them.

Every phone in the house was ringing. Every speaker was giving off a terrible, ringing feedback. The television was blaring white noise. She could see flashes of x-ed out circles in the static of the screen. The lights flickered angrily. She was clutching her head in pain at the deafening cries of countless voices.

Every time she turned around she saw the man and every time she blinked he was gone again. Light bulbs were blowing and the shadows kept growing. Words were being scratched into the walls in big, screaming letters. “We will wait for you no more” The words are scrawled over and over and over again. The overlapped. The began to bleed.

The lights blew out, one by one, until there was only one lit. She waited in that light - cowering from the shadows and pulling at her hair - screaming for the voices to stop. And they did.
She looked up to see the man towering over her, tendrils of darkness slithering everywhere.

The empty white face looked down upon her as the shadowy tentacles crawled towards her. The shadows circled themselves around her ankles, snaking up her legs, winding up around her waist. She tried to grip something, anything, to keep away from the dark, but her nails scrabbled against the wood floor, catching on nothing. The last light went out. She screamed.