It is an ironic habit of human beings
to run faster when we have lost our way."
- Rollo May

Voices
Tick-Tock the clock repeatedly sounded in monotonous tones, Getting louder, but more quiet when the sudden rumble of heavy breathing shadows the sound. In the same room, a girl was asleep. Dreaming what is only known to her self, but more intensely she heard, Come here, follow us, over and over, getting faster, until all she hears is a flat sound, like the flat line that is heard in a hospital when a heart stops. Startled, she opens her eyes, expecting to see day light, but there is only darkness. She brushes her hair out of her face and gets up from her bed. Come here, follow us. Confused, she quietly crept out of her room in to the hall. She walked down the hall, come here, follow us. Again, the voices get more intense and fast. She walks one more step, and the voices fade in to the darkness. She stops, and coincidentally, she is right in front of her sister's room. Granted, it wasn't her sister's room anymore because she passed away a few years ago, and no one knows why.

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Curious, the girl wanderers in to the room, over to the window. She opens the window, stuck for a moment, but then creaks open. A cloud of dust shimmering from the moonlight glides in the room, and stops in the center. The girl turns to the cloud in awe, not expecting this, at all. Come here, follow us. Was it the cloud that was speaking to me? The girl wondered, with suspicions high.
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