I remember the first time I heard the whispers. It was a cold, dark night and I was walking home from work. I felt something brush against my leg and looked down to see a small, pale hand reaching out from under a pile of leaves. I froze in terror, convinced that I was going to be attacked by some sort of monster.
But then I heard the whispers. They were soft, but insistent – a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. It told me to keep walking, to keep my eyes forward and my head down. It promised me that if I did, I would be safe.
I didn’t understand what was happening. All I could do was follow the voice’s instructions, my heart pounding in my chest as I walked faster and faster through the darkened streets.
That’s when I saw her. A woman in a long white dress, her hair as black as coal and her face twisted in a rictus of pain. She was standing at the end of the street, beckoning me forward with one skeletal hand.
I wanted to run the other way, to turn around and never look back. But the voice in my head kept urging me forward, promising me that everything would be okay.
I approached the woman cautiously, my hand trembling as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a knife. It was a small blade, but it felt comforting in my hand – a last line of defense against whatever horrors lay ahead.
The woman spoke to me in a voice that was both sweet and terrifying, telling me of her own tragic story and the terrible fate that had befallen her. She said that she was trapped in this world, unable to move on until her killer had been brought to justice.
I didn’t know what to do. All I could think about was getting out of there alive. But the voice in my head urged me to help her, to seek out the truth behind her murder and bring her killer to justice.
And so I did. I spent weeks investigating her death, piecing together clues and following leads until I finally uncovered the truth. The man who had killed her was long dead, but I was able to bring closure to her spirit and set her free.
Now, whenever I walk the streets at night, I hear whispers in my ear – the ghostly voice of the woman I helped. And though it still terrifies me, I know that I must always be ready to face whatever terrors lie ahead. For in this world of ghosts and horrors, sometimes the only thing that can keep you alive is a knife in your pocket and a heart full of courage.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.
