He could hear them
They screamed his name
He shivered
He looked around
He saw no one
He could feel their presence
He could hear them
He cringed
One had a shrill voice
Two whispered
The others were deep groans
It sent shivers down his spine
His eyes were wide open
He looked around in horror
Why was he hearing them?
Where was it coming from?
Where were they hiding?
Why were they calling out his name?
Who were they?
He felt the warm liquid trickle down his legs
His own waste
What was happening to him?
Was it his past?
Was it his sins?
He killed her ten years ago
Why was he being tormented now?
No one knew
He told no one…
Who were they?
He heard them chorus his name again
The voices were getting louder
He could feel the goose bumps on his skin
His heart was racing like a wild bull
Everything seemed surreal
But it was really happening!
He panicked
He shivered
He screamed
Hoping to drown their voices with his scream
Everything went quiet
And just when he thought it was over
He heard them again
Louder
And closer!
He looked around
And then he saw them
Right in front of him
He froze in fear
He could taste his own fear
It tasted sour and toxic
Immediately, he shut his eyes
And breathed his last
Welcoming death with a warm embrace
What a relief!
Or so he thought…
By Sylvia
Chika
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