Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26095228-20150210150848

It started slowly.

Faint whispers at night, keeping me up, telling me to kill, maim, and dismember the ones I love, people I hate, and especially, especially, myself. They started calmly, well, as calm as one's inner voices can be while urging to murder, then progressively got louder and more violent every night. It almost felt as if they were getting closer and closer...

Eventually I got used to it.

"Kill, torture, gore, bits, blood, blood, BLOOD" was a constant lullaby, lulling me into a fitfull sleep. The only problem was, they became so violent and... close that I could barely handle them. It's as if a monster was under my bed screaming into my ears! It was then I decided to take action. I had read online that if you sleep in the presence of another person your mind is less likely to play creepy tricks on you.

So last night I recruited a friend to sleep on an air matress beside me. The night had brought me the greatest, deepest sleep I had in awhile. I awoke refreshed this morning... to the sight of my friend's decimated body strewn carelessy around my bedroom...

Maybe...maybe that voice isn't just in my head... 