The VoiceA Story by Allen S. ThomasDark, HorrorThe voice (Creepy voice) Hey al,
remember me? Come on…let me out. Go crazy al. whose turn is it this time eh? Is
it that tramp Vanessa? Is it your girlfriend Carla? Whose turn is it Al? Is it
you? (Allen) “I don’t need you! I shouldn’t do this " I " I won’t you can’t
make me! She is my best friend’s girl….” Who
cares Al? She’s hot and feisty; you know you want her Al. “STOP IT! Oh please
god, make it just stop that isn’t true….” We know its true Al. I’m a part of
you see! I know that you want her so badly. (Slowly) Why don’t you just take
her Al? “I won’t betray him and I don’t need you!” Of course you do! Remember the day at the back alley way? (slowly)
those bodies everywhere,… their faces bashed in… eyes crying streams of blood…
who do you think did that huh? We did Al.
And you were enjoying it… “(Frantic) I blacked out and when I woke
up blood was everywhere. (Screaming) I NEVER DID ANYTHING!” What are you talking about Al? They were
bullying you so I took care of them. Come on al let me out, go crazy! “I’m
not cra…” Oh really so who have you been
talking to? Who’s in the room but us Al? (Allen looks in the mirror) only us… “You’re wrong! You
aren’t real!” Of course I’m real! Don’t you remember Al? That day when you
asked me to kill all those mean kids. So what did we do? We bashed in all their
crying faces in Al! It was so much fun! We were laughing an’ having a good old’
time! “(Allen crying) Stop it… oh please just stop it…” You can’t get rid of me Al. So tell me whose turn is it? Whose turn to die
Al? Is it Vanessa? Is it Carla? Simon, Rodney, Bill, Catherine…. “STOP IT!”
They all had a turn Al. You know you want
her Al. Come on, let me out. Have some fun! (Allen sits on the floor in a
ball rocking back and forth) “R-Rain Rain G-Go away. Come again another D-Day…”
I’m not like the rain Al. I won’t ever go
away! Come on Al. Let’s have some fun. (Allen gets up and looks in the mirror) Al… Al come on Al….Let’s have some fun! “Let it end here. I won’t do it!” (Allen reaches in his pocket and pulls out a 9mm pistol, aims at his temple and pulls the trigger.) “Oh Please *cough* Let it end……. (Voice trails off)” THE END © 2010 Allen S. Thomas |
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