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Sarah's Voices -

Sarah lay in her bed, alone for the first time in three years. Her old tomcat, Scratch, purred at her feet. A sense of calm, something that'd evaded her for so long, had finally settled upon her. The voices from her youth, the ones that spoke to her only when she was alone (and sometimes threatened her), were imaginary. She knew that now. The therapists and her parents had convinced her.

Tonight, she was ready to be alone. "Go out." She told her parents convincingly. "Have fun. I'm ready for this."

It would be their first date night in a long time. After all their dedication to her, and always making sure that she wasn't alone, they deserved a good time. She didn't expect that the voices would return, but she was ready to ignore them if they did.

Perhaps thirty minutes after they left, the first whispers sounded in her ear. "We missed you, Sarah. Come be with us."

She laughed and returned to her book. She was strong, she could handle it. They were only imaginary. The voices got louder. "It's time. You've been gone too long."

Sarah showed no concern. She'd spent many hours role playing this exact scenario with her therapist. She turned the page of her book and continued reading.

A final, single voice rang out loudly. "Tonight, you will join us."

It sounded as if it'd come from down the hallway, but that wasn't uncommon with these voices. Her book dropped as she began to chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation, but the laugh was halted before it ever left her throat. At the end of the bed, Scratch was sitting up. His ears were back, and he was looking out the bedroom doorway.

He'd heard the voice too.