The Voice

Minuscule, membranous and chilling.

That voice crawled from the jagged shadows that leaked from my cousin’s closet.

“Help me…” It pleaded. My fear overwhelmed the physics of movement. To this day I would swear the door began to open.

My idiot cousin slept soundly but sound had been siphoned from me, save my heartbeat that I prayed would awaken my aunt or someone with the ability to take away this unreality.

“Please…”

I don’t remember falling asleep. As soon as I stumbled from my slumber, all alone as everyone was already feeding on the morning, I borrowed courage from the light.

Nothing.

When I asked my cousin he said I must have been dreaming, but my aunt looked at me knowingly. I wasn’t the only witness.

We never spoke of it, she and I. Just waited unconsciously to see if there would be another. There never was.

The Voice

kutkolors

Joined April 2008

  • Artist
    Notes
  • Artwork Comments 42

Artist's Description

Ghost story, a true one.

Artwork Comments

  • deliriousgirl
  • kutkolors
  • ytsumner
  • kutkolors
  • Solar Zorra
  • kutkolors
  • WanderingAuthor
  • kutkolors
  • bchrisdesigns
  • kutkolors
  • PJ Ryan
  • kutkolors
  • Martin Sanchez
  • kutkolors
  • Martin Sanchez
  • kutkolors
  • Cassey
  • kutkolors
  • wigs
  • kutkolors
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.