Short Story – The Whisperers

Good mornings folks.  To kick my blogging efforts off for the new year I shall post for you a short story I wrote in response to a Writers’ Discussion Group prompt on Google+.  Once I again I didn’t win, but I did manage to double my vote count to two.  So I do win…on inside.

‘They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.’

She kept whispering it to herself, over and over she said it. She needed to hear the words to reassure herself, to stop herself from getting frightened and fleeing as she had done the first time. She stood watching the pale blue light as it moved slowly down the train track toward her, they didn’t usually react to the living unless you interfered with whatever it was they were doing. She had no intention of interfering, she just had to get close enough to see it, to see it’s face.

‘They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.’

That wasn’t strictly speaking true, back at camp the elders believed that they fed off people’s fear. She didn’t believe that though, she had seen a few of them up close and though she had been terrified each time, they didn’t get her. Polly knew it was their voices, if you heard their voices they would whisper things to you, anyone who heard their voices killed themselves. Maybe not straight away, sometimes they would wait days or a week, but they always killed themselves in the end.

‘They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.’

The light from Polly’s torch was shaking now, the closer it got the more scared she got and the more the torch shook. She knew she should run, she knew she should go back to camp and never try this again, but she had to see. This was close to where she would have been when it happened, it could be her. So, she stood her ground, waited for it to reach her.

‘They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.’

As it got closer Polly got out her headphones, she always listened to music when she went to see them. Unless you were deaf it was the only way to make sure you didn’t hear them, the only way to be sure you didn’t hear the whispers. No-one knew what they said, the people that heard them didn’t talk much afterwards. They became distant, sad even, until eventually they couldn’t take it anymore. She had made sure to scavenge some noise cancelling headphones, once they were on you could hear nothing but the music.

‘They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.’

It was close now, she wasn’t good at judging distances. She hadn’t been taught that before it happened, she supposed now unless she met someone else that knew, she would never learn. It was though, close enough where she could make out the shape of a person in its aura. She could see its mouth moving, though it wasn’t close enough for her to see it’s lips. Even if she could she wouldn’t be able to make out what it was saying, the only way to know that, was by listening to them and everyone knew better than to do that.

‘They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.’

The elders were scared, especially Mike; he was sixteen in a week and he was scared he was going to be taken…like the adults. It had been three hundred and two days since they had been taken, three hundred and two days since Polly had seen her. She turned off her torch, they went see through if you shined light at them and she needed to see it’s face. Finally, it was close enough for her to see.



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