The Dark Whispers

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

Arianna has heard voices her whole life. At first she believed she was crazy but they never went away. She's never met anyone else who could here them until she met Jai. Together they try to uncover the secrets of the voices but are they safe?

The Dark Whispers

I’ve heard voices all my life. Just whispers. Not quite loud enough for me to make out the words, but loud enough for me to be constantly bothered by them. When I was little, I used to talk back to them. My mom would find me in my room, sitting on the ground, talking to myself.

“Who are you talking to?” my mother would ask.

I’d smile and look up at her as I replied, “The voices.”

She would smile and nod, looking cheerful, but I could see the concern in her eyes. Even when I was five, I knew when my mother was upset.

When I was ten, my parents sent me to a special boarding school in  Philadelphia. I was nervous, of course. I had never been so far away from home. I became a loner, with only the voices to keep me company. I learned to ignore them when important things happened, like tests and assemblies. I never fully understood what the voices were saying, I would just listen and strain to hear them.

As time went on, I spent more time alone, talking to the voices. I never learned that that wasn’t normal. No one talked to me except a few of my teachers who were friends with my parents. When I would go home for the holidays, I would be even quieter than usual. My parents always looked at me with concern.

Over spring break when I was sixteen, my mother found me in my room, sitting in the same position as I was when I was five, talking to them. I didn’t notice her in the doorway for a good ten minutes when I heard an especially sharp whisper. My instincts told me to turn around. When I did, I jumped up in shock at my mother standing there. She was always very worried about me, and I didn’t want to worry her more.

“I was just remembering when I was little,” I lied. I was trying to console her but I could tell it didn’t work. So I decided to just pretend that I didn’t hear the voices anymore. I thought that maybe that would get her to leave me alone. She still seemed worried three days later, when I went back to school for the rest of the year.

That was how I lived for the next two years, pretending I couldn’t hear the voices so I wouldn’t worry my parents.

The day I turned 18, I was awoken by a sharp whisper. It sounded different, but similar to what I was used to hearing. I could understand this person, or, these people, or whatever these things are. I heard more than one voice.

“Does she know?” one whispered.

“I don’t know. We must be wary of her,” another replied.

I shivered. I knew, somehow, that they were talking about me. I didn’t know what to do. I eventually was able to block them out, as if I was taking a test, but it was hard to do because I could understand what they were saying. Needless to say, I was scared.


I was nervous to start college because of the voices. They had become threatening, and I couldn’t ignore them. I felt safe in my house, and I didn’t dare venture out, but I knew I couldn’t hide forever.

My first day went almost perfectly. I was able to tune out whatever the voices were saying, and take notes on my lecture, but at the end of my last class, they began to take over me. I ignored it as long as I could, but after the class was over, I had to give in to it.

“Stop it!” I said, a little louder than I meant to. luckily, most of the class had already left. People turned to stare at me. I didn’t care though. I was used to it by then. I continued a little softer, “Would you just be quiet for a minute?” They didn’t respond, they usually didn’t, but I knew they heard me.

“That proves it,” a voice said. “She knows.”

“We must be wary,” another said. “She could be dangerous to our plan.”

I didn’t know what they were talking about, except that it concerned me. I was evaluating that when a boy about my age walked up to me. He was tall, dark, and handsome. I wasn’t sure what to expect. No one had ever actually noticed me before.

“Hi,” he said. “My name’s Jai. What’s yours?” I was so surprised I dropped my books. We both bent down to pick them up at the same time, and as I reached for my math textbook, his hand brushed mine. I blushed and looked down until I had gathered everything I could.

“My name is Arianna,” I muttered as soon as he handed me my last book. I didn’t know what to do. He held out his hand and I shook it. No one had ever done this to me before.

“Well, it’s good to meet you, Arianna,” he said. I turned to leave but he just came bouncing up beside me.“But, who were you talking to back there? There was no one else around you, and people usually don’t speak that way to the professor. I’m curious what that was.” He asked, studying my face. I didn’t know what to say. Should I tell him? I would seem completely crazy, but he probably already thought that. I decided it wouldn’t hurt. I was already the loneliest person.

“Well,” I started, “it might seem a little crazy to you, but, well, I hear voices sometimes. Well, all the time really. There are voices in my head. So, that’s who I was talking to…” I felt like a freak. I stared at the ground and waited for him to walk away.

“Really?” he asked with what seemed almost like amazement in his voice. “You hear voices that no one else hears?” I nodded, shamefully, and began to walk away when I heard, “Wait!” I stopped but didn’t turn around. “I thought I was the only one!”

I turned around. “What?”

“I hear them too! Well, I actually taught myself to hear them, sort of. Did you?” I was shocked. I never had met anyone like me in my entire life, or heard about this happening to anyone.

“No. I could always hear them, but until this year, I couldn’t understand what they were saying,” I said quickly, still surprised.

“Well, they must have been talking about you during the lecture then. I never imagined that you would have been in the room, they always talk about you.”

“This is crazy!” I said a little too loudly. I looked around to see if anyone heard me. When I didn’t see anyone, I continued in a quieter voice: “No one has ever believed me before!” I just couldn’t believe it. I had finally found someone who didn’t think I was crazy. I had just made my first friend.


That night as I was drifting off to sleep, the voices came back, especially strong.

“They know… They are the only two who know. Now that they have met, together they could become a major threat.”

“We must do away with them. They cannot stay.”

“Yes. We must plan our attack carefully. Two days from now. They must go.”

“Great plan, they will be taken care of before they can become a true threat.”

“Shhh. She’s waking up.”

I jumped out of bed. I had to tell Jai. We were in danger!

“Jai, Jai, wake up!” I banged on his door as hard as I could.

“What’s going on?” he said sleepily.

“The voices, I heard them saying, saying they were going to kill us before we could become a threat. What are we going to do?” I answer breathlessly.

“What!” He was awake now.  “We have to do something before they do, we have to tell someone!”

“But who would believe us?” I asked, exasperated.

“Is there any division, any at all that might believe us?”

“Do you really think anyone would actually believe two seemingly crazy college freshman?”

“It’s worth it if it means we won’t die, I’m willing to give it a try,” he looked at me with big pleading brown eyes. I knew we had to do something, anything, so I nodded. I still didn’t think that anyone would believe us...


Sergeant Woodley  was sitting at his desk in the dark of the empty police station. He was almost done for the night, almost done with his last report. It was stupid, really. He was the last officer there, writing a report that didn’t need to be finished until Friday. Plus, the empty station always gave him the creeps. Fully concentrated on his last paragraph, he heard a pounding on the door. Startled, Sergeant Woodley warily crept to the door and peered outside. It was only a couple of college kids. With a sigh he pulled open the door.

“What?” he groaned.

“You have to help us!” the girl shouted. “The voices…...plotting…… kill us! Help!”

The Sergeant motioned for her to slow down but it was in vain. The girl was speaking faster than a racehorse. He couldn’t understand much of what she said, when the boy joined in. They kept yelling over each other, getting louder and louder. When they finally stopped for breath, the Sergeant was able to have an intelligent conversation, if you can call it that. From what he could tell, they were both insane. The voices in their heads were trying to kill them. He decided he only had one choice. Report them to the psychiatric ward.


Four nurses came to help us, two grabbed Jai and the other two grabbed me. Together we walked down a long hallway past closed doors without windows. I wondered where they were taking us. The nurses took me right at the fork in the hall, it wasn’t until we stopped at a door that I noticed Jai had been taken the other way. I looked around frantically for him as the nurses forced me into a straitjacket. I barely heard their talk about staying calm and, for my own good the voices laughing loudly in my head. I was pushed into a small room with padded walls, the door closed behind me and there wasn’t a handle on my side.


For the past couple hours, all I’ve been doing is crying, crying, crying. I can hear the voices, celebrating my misery, getting louder. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a shadow but as I turn towards it, it disappears. I know it’s them, the voices. They’ve come for me. They start moving closer, and closer and finally, I catch my first real glimpse of them. I jump back in shock, or move as much as I can in my straitjacket.

They’re tall, dark, and menacing. Every edge of their bodies is sharp, angular, as if they are made of broken glass. I don’t know what scares me more, that they are going to kill me or that they don’t have faces. More show themselves on the walls and they start to peel off. One by one, they aren’t shadows anymore. One creature that I feel like I’ve seen before starts toward me.

“Did you really think anything could stop us? You never had a chance!”


Hal leans back in his special spinny chair and rests his feet on the desk. This job was so boring. All he did all day was watch kooks on security cameras. It’s not like they could do anything, well, the ones in the straitjackets anyway. Most of the cameras were in the padded rooms, the rooms for the really insane people. The majority of them don’t do much although some slam their heads against the walls or pace back and forth.

He notices that one girl is sitting on the ground crying, and he remembers that she only got here today. Hal doesn’t pay much attention to her and starts going over the other monitors when something catches his eye. He whips his head around looking for that shadow that sparked his curiosity. Finally he finds it, on the same monitor as the crying girl. The thing that he saw really was a shadow.

At first Hal doesn’t really think anything of it, until it starts to take a human shape. Well, not exactly human, it is tall and has two four appendages in the same arrangement as a human, but the similarities stop there. The shadow is sharp and angular at its edges and has a flame like head. Hal stares at it, intrigued by the mysterious shape. He turns around and calls for the other guards in the booth. When he turns back around, with the other guards on his shoulders, the shadow has now pulled itself off of the wall and taken a 3-D shape. More shadows appear on the walls and slink towards the girl, alone in the middle of the room.

All of the guards blink, believing that what they’re seeing is a figment of their imagination. But when they open their eyes, more shadows have become creatures. The scariest thing of all, is that they don’t have faces. All of the guards back away slowly, towards the door. They all agree silently that this needs to be checked out. Hal continues to stare at the screen while the other ones turn and run out of the booth. Hal slowly gets up, still staring at the monitor. One more shadow comes off of the wall and suddenly, he turns and runs, leaving his chair spinning.

As Hal runs to catch up with the other guards, a shadow appears close to the camera. It tips its head and reaches up a jagged hand. The creatures near the girl get closer and closer. One could hear a faint snap, then static, then the screen goes black..


Hurried footsteps could be heard all throughout the psychiatry ward as the guards run down the halls to Arianna’s room. They start to slow from lack of breath but push on, determined to save this girl.

Finally they get to her hall and with a sudden burst of energy, sprint to her door. The supervisor fumbles for his key, dropping them in the process. Hal picks the keys up and shoves the right key in the door. They all clamber to open the door and one guard manages to push down the handle. The door swings open and they all fall into the pristine white room. Hal is the first one to get back to his feet and he looks around for Arianna. How hard could it be to find one girl in an empty room? Very.

She is gone.

Submitted: April 19, 2014

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Entertaining story; I almost thought your character was schizophrenic at first. The ending is good. It leaves you with a few questions, like "Where did she go?" and "What happened to Jai?"
You might be able to continue this.

Sun, October 11th, 2015 5:41am


Thanks, I never thought about continuing this but maybe now I just might!

Sat, October 10th, 2015 11:23pm

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