new short story: The Whispers

At first, you only hear them at night. When you go to sleep and close your eyes, they time it so that you cannot move your body because you fell deep asleep.  They feast on the fear from your heart. Implementing images you wish not to see, nightmares of a sound you cannot see. They are an invisible enemy, difficult to fight against, yet not invincible. They try to weaken you by their whispers in the night; you are most vulnerable when you reside in dreamland. A world, where you can do anything and become everything, yet you are without a protective shield surrounding your soul. By portraying something, you may fear their words can reach your mind because they know that visualization is the only way to let fear grow when you are awake. You will not notice them at first, if you are not aware dangers lay ahead when you go to sleep. The next morning, when a new sun rises, waking you up from an uncomfortable night of sleep, you feel weary. You feel thirsty and a little bit disorientated. The first déjà vu occurs when you step into the bathroom to take a shower. It is as if you’ve done that already, on that same morning.  Everything you do, you do with second thoughts. The infection is spreading through your system. The second day you feel much better, you think you can handle the world. Don’t think this is your true self; it is a mirage to mislead you into thinking, that you are in charge of yourself. The opposite is the truth; you have been attached like a puppet on strings. The smile of the world is a façade; your senses have been tricked into thinking, is it still real. You are already dying, from the inside out. The third day, your brain starts to notice things are off, like the shifting of reality when you tell your eyes to move from right to left. Or when you walk but you focus on your feet and see that the pavement shakes and blurs. Take notice of these things, they are signs something is not right. Your soul feels that you are trapped and is sending little sparks to your brain to activate your true eyes. Your limbs are getting heavier with each step you take. As if your own body weight doubled, making you tired and without energy.The fourth day commences illness. You won’t be able to get out of bed because the fever started to kick in.  Whatever you ate the days before, it will all come back out on the floor. Warm and cold, the fever won’t leave you alone. The whispers have planted their seed deep inside and it starts to grow and grow and grow. Hallucinations are the worse while being ill. They won’t leave you alone and look so real. They are real, wait until they touch your skin, will leave a burning scar. If your soul hasn’t activated the emergency sequence, be prepared for worse. Subconsciously you should be on your emergency state, only if you are from nature not weak. Day five starts with tremendous pain in the chest, as if something is trying rip out your hearth. Something is ripping out your hearth, only thing is, it is much harder to succeed in doing. The hearth is protected by the soul. The hearth is the most important instrument in the human body. Without it, the soul has no vehicle to ride on this earth and succeed in its plan given by the higher ups.  Your skin is burning, and to make it worse, the whispers tell your mind that you do smell your skin melt away. All is left for you to do is scream and die. Is it?  Is that all you can do? Your soul is seeking for the spiritual strength to not give in to the whispers. If this power is active, the fifth day is not so painful. You will sweat a lot, but only to sweat out the black drool the whispers leave behind once they have planted their evil seed. Your sweat smelling like you crawled out of the most toxic sewer in town, but the fever goes down steadily. When you are still not aware your body keeps heating up, sweat vaporizes in seconds. Your eyes turn white and your skin burns. After an hour or three, you start to tighten your muscles, not that you want to but you just can’t stop it from happening. Cramping up in the most ridiculous positions only possible in film, you are caught both mentally and physically by them. Throughout your vocal chords they speak towards you, the first time you actually hear them while not dreaming. Tongs you’ve never heard before, a language from times before ancient. You don’t know what they are saying but you do know what they want. The want your inner self, your soul, your power to be the most powerful being ever created. They want to posses it, they want to own it, they want to use it, and in taking it they enjoy to hear you scream in pain. They laugh while your muscles tighten and crack your bones. Perhaps the most terrifying noise you’d ever ear. The end is near when this stage has reached on day five. If you by then are still not able to tap into the power that your soul holds, then there is no salvation. The whispers whisper words of discourage into your inner self, just so you will doubt yourself and your faith whisks away. To overcome, to succeed, to be victorious, cross that line and take your faith back. Don’t let God decide for you because he already decided that you are the strongest amongst all of his creation. Take his faith in you and never doubt. You shall then be strong enough to rise whenever a whisper pushes you down.