Odell idly tapped the floor with his boot, trying to shun the whispers. He didn't know what room he was in, he'd closed his eyes as he ran from the visions. He scraped at his eyepatch, sniffling at a barely audible level. The whispers came closer... The chill of the room seemed to grip him tighter, like a hug from some invisible witch. He knew what he'd see if he looked up. He just kept his eye shut tightly, praying to whatever higher power existed that his schizophrenic 'kick' would pass soon. Closer and closer the voice came, whispering clearly, but Odell couldn't hear the words. The voice grew angry, the beast within beginning to emerge. He'd seen the vision so many times, but not once did it lose its terror. Odell's mind knew exactly when and how to scare him, and it knew no mercy. He felt an arm grip him, felt the darkness wash over him as it tried to break his mind once again. He flailed, letting out a scream was that stifled by the shadow. He gripped the mass of darkness-
The room was empty. Odell was gripping nothing but air. He blinked, scanning the room intently. He waited for a moment, and then another moment. It was over. He let out an uneven, nervous breath, letting his face fall into his hands. He looked up again at the room. Empty, barren of life. A void. Nothing.
At last, he was alone again.