The Whisper

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

a suspense story about a young girl.

The Whisper

This is a story I do not tell often. I promise sincerely, that his had scared me for life and although I have looked into psychological explanations for what I heard and natural explanations for what occured, they remain unsatisfactory.

When I was a child, I swore to my mother I heard voices in it. They were not evil, but they were not familiar so they scared me. It wasn't uncommon in the middle for me to wake up and hear " whispers " as I would call them when telling my mother. She figured they were Just " bumps in the night " and typical nigtmare material. I often tried to explain to her it was more than that, that they sounded different from one another the way peoples voices do. On some nights I would get so scared of these " whispers " I would run into my mother's room and sleep with her for the night.

A week later it was my birthday and I had forgotten all about those " whispers ". I was turning ten years old, and for my birthday my grandfather built me a large dollhouse. The dollhouse was so big we had to jam it into the corner of my room. On that same night my mother told me I had to sleep in my own room . She said since I turned ten I shouldn't be scared anymore. I changed into my pj's and stated to drift off.

I didn't know if I was dreaming or not, but I heard people whispering in the corner of the room where my dollhouse was. I ignored it at first, but it started getting louder. I looked to where my dollhouse was and I saw a shadow a very big one. The only thing I could do was stare at this unfamiliar person. This person was whispering as if it was trying to speak to me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying because it sounded like gibberish. The unfamiliar person was getting closer to my bed so I started to scream. As my mother was walking in my room, the unfamiliar went away. My mother asked me what happened, the only response I had was " He was whispering."


Submitted: March 26, 2021

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