scariest sh*t I can think of?
walking. walking in a street, in a city.
no one else around. walking.
walking for days on end, stopping only to sleep and eat whatever I can find.
walking, I start to see them.
walking, it is deathly quite. I can hear them.
fainter then the beat of my heart.
my mind chases itself, trying to decide wether or not it is real, or wether or not its existance or realism even matters.
then I start putting names to faces,voices.
everyone I've lost. whispering...something.
I see my reflection in a broken window
and then I cant see. now I can only hear voices.
I cannot hear what they say, what I say.
I am tormented by it.
this cant go on.
I begin clawing at my skin
begging to know what they are saying, and the voices grow louder,
but I still dont know what they are saying.
they grow louder still, as though yelling in my ear,
and I cannot hear what they say.
I look up.
I can see.
I am at the same street.
I can no longer hear them.
the only voice is my own;
"is anyone there?"
I begin walking.
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