Wanting silence

The screams are in the distance, but they don’t really bother me, as I lie here, in a lie induced coma.

So I get up and I close the door, close the windows, shut the curtains and blinds. I blind myself, not comfortable with what I’ll see otherwise.

I can hear what’s inside the house. Some voices are going about their daily routine. But again there’s that scream. Somewhat subdued, hope?

It’s screaming “let me go”, down a never ending hole. I hear what you want, but.. how?

I look down, not sure what I’ll see. I see, no feel, no.. I’m not sure what it really looks like to me.

So I carry on closing doors, closing lids, closing anything I notice might need closing. You know, incase someone comes around.

There it is again. Muffled, but it’s there. Where? I can’t quite remember now.

I continue around the house tidying lose ends, straightening the furniture, and making the inside presentable.

I think I’m done when I notice I can hear someone whispering... what? What did you say??

I open a box. I wish I hadn’t as I don’t need anything in here right now. So I open another, and another. I don’t like this. Stop! What did you say?!

I become frantic! Searching everywhere. What is that whispering? Who are you? What do you want?!

I run!

I look everywhere madly.

The whisperings come louder, is someone screaming?

Who are you?!

Where are you?!

What do you want?!

I rush outside and the screaming stops.

Stared down by a scream.