The Sense of Craze

I walked into my room to go to bed. Usually I do so at 10:30 or so, read a book until 11:00, then sleep. The weekend before was a long one with my grandparents over for Easter and school was tomorrow. I sat in the middle of my bed, crosslegged as usual, reading the Silmarillion by J.R.R Tolkien. While I read, total silence emitted from the sleeping house. In the silence however, was a voice. Not one but two man voices. So faint I could only hear it with total silence. It was noticeable though and i lifted my eyes from the book, a feeling of fear seized my mind.
I looked slowly, left to right, but saw nothing. I flung open the shades but saw nothing in the deep blackness of the night. Was i hearing voices? Surely not. But my family does have a few cases of Scitzophrenia and Dementia. I fell to the floor looking under my bed. Why? I don’t know; the bed always seems like a good place to find something. The closet yeilded no results either. Nor the drawers.
“Okay,” i told myself, “I’ll just go to sleep and worry about it in the morning.”
For nearly an hour I lay in my bed hearing these constant voices that just would not shut up. Finally, at midnight, I sat up in the darkness. I looked to my head board and saw nothing out of the ordinary: a lamp, a cross, an alarm/radio, a hunting knife, and a glass of water. WHERE WERE THE VOICES! I went into the living room to double check the TV, but as before, it was off. I came back into my room hearing those damned voices once again. Suddenly, I realized how to shut the voices off. The radio.

The Sense of Craze

jkoopman

Joined March 2008

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