The Whispers Within

My therapist said the voices weren't real until I played the recording. Whispers started three

months ago, always at 3:17 AM. They grew louder, a chilling,

unknown language. I had to prove it. The third night, multiple voices spoke

in unison: coordinates. They led to an abandoned 1952 psychiatric hospital.

My grandmother's. In the basement, her file, dated last week. 'Voices chose you

next.' The whispers aren't external. They've been inside my head,

all my life.