Tuesday 5 May 2015

Flash Fiction: The Still Voice

“Today the still voice must be heard” I was lying in my bed just about to drift off to sleep when I heard a voice whispering these words to me. I sat up and turned the light on, there was no one there, I was alone and now I was scared. I turned the light back off the crawled under the covers when I heard the voice again, this time a little louder. I was shaking now, as I was afraid. Were these words inside my head or was there someone in the room?

For a third time the voice whispered “Today the still voice must be heard” This time I got a little courage and decided to answer back. “What does the still voice have to say”. Nothing happened, there was silence, and it was an eerie.


A few minutes passed and still no response to my question. Then I heard a dripping noise and turned my light on to see what was dripping. I screamed. Written on my wall in blood where the words “The still voice says you must die”.  Suddenly there was a searing pain in my side. I touched it, blood. I had been stabbed

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