You sense, rather than hear, the silent voice behind you. The inaudible whisper makes you question whether or not you are truly alone, but you reassuringly remind yourself that you are.
It is only when you feel the nonexistent touch of fingers, slowly dragging themselves across your skin, when you finally come to terms that it has been with you all this time.
You try to run, but would you really expect something that isn’t truly there to not be able to keep up with you?
As you run through the door, and down the poorly lit hallway in an effort to escape its clutches on you, you feel it right at your heels, and you have gained no distance between it. You keep running, anyway, until you come to a sudden, in-explainable stop for no reason, other than it’s all you can do. There’s no point in trying anything else anymore. Face your fears, they tell you, and now it’s your moment.
You turn around to face it, and while you can’t see it, you are terrified.
Your hand is curled up in a sweaty, cold fist, but you don’t have the chance to use it as you feel a steel grip on your arm suddenly yank you back, and you lose all control over your body.
And now, it is you who creates the silent sound, as you attempt to scream.
