Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26505659-20150618034435

Everyone has ears. If you don't, well, then I suggest you see a doctor. What makes everyone's ears different is what you hear with them. People listen to music, or watch television. Some may have to hear children screaming or crying 24/7. Some people hear nothing at all.

Some people hear strange things. Things that don't actually exist. Some hear things that they usually dismiss, thinking it was just their cat, knocking over a box or whatever. And some, unfortuante few, hear a sound or voice from a different side. A side that is not here on Earth. That unfortuante fellow, is me.

I forgot to tell you. My name is Christian. I live a pretty average life, you could say. I've got a wife, a few kids, and 2 cats. Nothing has gone wrong. Nothing out of the ordinary, or out of place. Everything's been completely normal, up until a few weeks ago.

I was sitting down with my wife on the couch. The kids had gone to bed already, so it was about 10 P.M. We were watching a movie. I can't quite remember what movie, though. I believe it was some Lord of the Rings movie, but that's besides the point.

It had just gotten to the climax of the movie, when the television shut off. Totally random. I grabbed the remote, turning it back on, only to have it shut off again. Frustrated, I stood up and turned it on manually. But, the only thing that showed up, was static. But there was no sound. None of that scratchy, white noise.

It stayed that way for a few seconds, just the black and white static screen. Then, I heard a faint whisper. "Listen, listen.." That was all it said. Then the televsion shut off again. Listen to what? My wife looked up at me, worry evident in her eyes. But I just dismissed it as a little prank played by some punk kids.

I reminded her that it was getting late, and that we should head off to bed. She agreed, and we walked back to the bedroom together. But that same, faint, eerie voice was stuck in my head. It kept me up practically all night, forcing me to keep my eyes and ears open.

I didn't get any sleep that night. How could I? I doubt anyone would after that creepy incident.

Morning came around, and it was the same as always. Get the kids dressed, make breakfast, go to work. Nothing out of the ordinary. Work was comepletly horrible, as always. I figured that something weird would happen like it does in the scary movies after a creepy event. But nothing did. It was almost as if nothing had happened at all.

After a long day, I went home. I sighed as I walked in, and greeted my wife. Thank God dinner was ready when I walked in.

After a good meal, I sat down and started to sort out the bills. This was my least favorite part of the month. After about 20 minutes of stressful work, the phone started to ring. I stood up, retrieving the phone.

"Hello?" I said, curious as to who was calling.

"Listen, listen.. That same, raspy voice said, then the line cut off, beeping loudly. My eyes widened slightly, and I slammed the phone down on the table. After a few moments of contemplating what to do, I decided to call 911 to see if they could trace the call.

In the end, the police attempted to trace the call, but to no avail. "We're sorry, but this call cannot be traced. There is no sign of a device being used during the call." The officer stated.

"Wait, what do you mean no sign of a device? How would they have called me then?" I asked, furrowing my eyesbrows in confusion.

"I'm not sure, sir. I'm terribly sorry. Have a nice night." He hung up, and I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Great, now some weirdo is going to keep calling me, telling me to listen to something.

I informed my wife about the odd situation, and of course, she freaked out. She asked to change our phone number, but I figured that was a bad idea. We agreed to forget about the call, and try to sleep.

Sleep didn't come easy, again. I could've sworn I heard floorboards creaking, or tapping on the window. But I attempted to tell myself that it was just my imagination.

I sat up from my bed, investigating the room to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. Just as I was about to lay down again, I saw the telephone, sitting in the doorway. The door was opened slightly, swinging so subtly it was almost not noticable.

I looked over to my wife, seeing she was fast asleep. My breathing started to get heavy, and I stood up to pick up the phone off the floor. Now, the phone we had was those ones with the long, curly cords, an old-fashioned one.

I thought it would be a good idea to follow the cord, seeing where it led to make sure I was safe. I picked it up, following the long trail. I looked up and saw the cord was leading into one of my children's rooms. Just then, the phone rang again.

I hesitantly picked up the phone, bringing it up to my ear. My whole body was shaking, and I struggled to find my breath. "H-Hello..?" I answered, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"Listen, listen.." I heard a little cackle following those cursed, repetitive words. Then the line cut off. I finally figured out what it meant by, "Listen, listen.."

A few moments later, I heard the blood-curtling scream of my middle child, Elizabeth. I rushed into her room, seeing her huddled up in the corner of her room, in the fetus postition. Hovering over her was the most grotesque, horrifying thing I'd ever seen.

It looked like a person... But very.. Deformed.. It had very large hands with only 4 "fingers", if you could even call them that. Talons would be a better word for them. It was completely black, except for 2 glowing white orbs for eyes. The worst part, though, was it's mouth.

It had a huge grin on its face, like it had just heard the funniest joke in the world. It's teeth were razor sharp, enough to make you bleed to death if you so much as poked them. It's teeth had little speckles of blood on them, and I looked over to my daughter to see her nightgown torn and small cuts on her shoulder.

This enraged me beyond belief. I grabbed the closest thing to me, a lamp, and raised it above my head, bringing it down to the alien-like figure. But it dodged the attack, jumping out of the way and laughing.

I screamed in rage, trying to hit it again, but to no avail. My wife and my sons walked to the door, gasping in shock when they saw the beast. "Go downstairs, get out of here!" I yelled at them. They oblidged, running away from the thing.

It ran over to my daughter, throwing her over it's shoulder. She screamed, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. Tears stained her cheeks.

"Let her go!" I screamed as loudly as I could, but it just ignored me. I ran to it, attempting to tackle it to the ground, but it just threw me off of it.

It jumped out the window with my daughter as she screamed for her life. I ran downstairs and out the door, seeking the black monster. But it was nowhere in sight. I crumpled to the ground, hands over my head. I wheezed and tears fell down my cheeks.

My wife ran outside, hugging my tightly and sobbing. Soon everyone was outside, all hugging eachother and crying loudly.

My wife told me she had called the police, and there was going to be a big search party. I nodded, wiping my eyes. "We'll find her.." she said, trying to reassure me, but I think she was trying to reassure herself more.

-x-

It's been 2 weeks since the incident, and we still haven't found her. I haven't been to work at all since then, and I haven't talked much either. I had it arranged that we got every single phone removed from our home, and every phone line cut off, just in case this might happen again.

If I've learned anything from this horrible, horrible tradgedy, its to always keep your ears open. And if someone tells you to "Listen," plug your ears.

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((Heyy! So, I was wondering if I could get some feedback on this story? Perhaps something I need to add, change, whatever. Thanks so much!! <3)) 