Whisper

---

.

---

You hear an uncomfortable whispering in the wind
- or is it in the back of your mind? Nagging and prodding at your thoughts
"Hello there", it says, getting evermore persistent.
"Great night for a stroll."
"Have you ever seen the inside of somebody's mind? All the thoughts and terrors that they try to hide."
"I've lived through a thousand memories and a thousand lifetimes"
"There isn't anything we desire that we cannot sink our claws into. Nothing can't be bought, nothing can't be stolen."
"Perhaps we shouldn't be so forgiving to those who've wronged us."
"I don't believe an introduction is necessary."
"We've met before, haven't we."
"You need to stop worrying about that embarrassing moment in second grade."
"Great night for a scroll, there isn't any wind."
"Your mind is the same color as your eyes, but a shade less alive. We aren't our minds, after all. We keep our souls in our eyes."
"My name isn't important."
"We have met before."
"I can help make you better."

Can it, though? From empty promises to grandiose lies, the voice offers a lot through honey inflections. Deep and cool like the bottom of a well.
But there's a very off putting nature about talking to a voice in your head, so maybe you shouldn't fall for it.
The misshapen shadow in your room crawls across your ceiling and out the window.

He finds it a little rude that you wouldn't even shake his hand.

---